Crazy-making Car Talk

The scene: Trapped in a hot car with my 2 year old, driving anywhere, most likely to 2 year old's occupational therapy session at the Sunshine School.


Ahem.


2 year old: Where'd Daddy go?


Me: Daddy went to work.


2 year old: I want to go to work, toooooo.


Me: Well, someday you will get to go to work and you can make lots and lots of money and take care of Mommy and Daddy.


2 year old: I want to go to work noooowww.


(2 seconds of silence)


2 year old: Where'd Lindley go? (she is the neighbor across the street)


Me: She is probably at her house.


2 year old: Where'd Lindley go?


Me: I just told you. She is probably at her house.


2 year old: Where'd Lindley go?


Me: (breathing deeply and starting to go crazy) I don't know.


2 year old: Where'd Daddy go?


Me: I already told you. Daddy went to work.


2 year old: Where'd Daddy go? I want Daddy.


Me: You can see Daddy after Sunshine School.


2 year old: Where'd Sunshine School go?


Me: Same place it was on Tuesday. We are driving there right now.


2 year old: Where'd Harry go?


Me: Harry is at home with Grandma.


2 year old: Where'd Grandma go?


Me: She is at our house with Harry.


2 year old: Where'd our house go?


Me: (Ohmygosh please stop talking!!! I am about to pull this car over and put myself in a ditch) Our house is where it always is. Still sitting on our street.


2 year old: Where'd our street go? Where'd Lindley go?


And I couldn't wait until he started talking because people always talk about how kids say the darndest things and aren't they just adorable? Clearly I was misinformed.