Backseat Conversations

A lot of amusing comments are tossed about in the backseats of our trusty Suburban.

I can hardly drive for all the laughing.

That’s not really true.

It would probably be more accurate to say –

I can hardly drive from all the crying.

Anywho.

(Why did I type that?  I don’t even like it when people toss that nonsensical word into the empty spaces in conversations.)

So.

(That’s my preferred conversational pause filler.)

Um.

Here’s what I heard from the backseat on a recent outing.

Piper: I’m making my hair pretty wet right now.

Me: (Somewhat alarmed.)  With what?

Piper: Love.

Me: Seriously, are you using spit?

Piper: Ummmmmmmmm.   Actually . . . . . . . yes.

Me: Please stop.

Bergen: Really, she’s using the wetness from her mouth.