Yesterday I was pulling the boys and the bike trailer (approx. 80 lbs) up a short & steep hill. We'd had after a nice afternoon of playing in a friend's pool. As I was huffing and puffing my way up, I heard Henry say, "Go faster, Mama." I barely got out a shocked, "What did you say?" A nicely dressed bike commuter sailed by me saying, "I think he told you go go faster." Yeah, I got that! What a cheeky monkey.
I had to call and tell Daphne about that, and she reminded me of the time I called her last week. We were in Spokane after driving up. I loaded the picnic goodies into the car, then the boys. As I sat down to drive, Henry pops out with, "Mama's car is too dirty." True, young man, true!