What would I do without her

I took Amata with me last week to Mankato, to get some supplies for CJ & take Baylee to Now-Care (She was not exactly looking her best, with yellow gook coming out of her eyes & her nose). From the back seat Amata said, “Mom, you need to follow that white line. Don’t go over the yellow line, just follow the white line.” And then, “You’re doing a good job, mama. You’re following the white line.”

I have no idea who taught my four year old to drive, but thank goodness she was with. Because I’ve only been driving for over half of my life, so I may not have known to stay between the lines otherwise.

I did feel a little bit better when she started telling Chris the same thing on the way to my dad’s last weekend. Apparently, I’m not the only one who needed a little help driving.

And at least it was better than the new phrase she must have learned from TV…as she was getting out of the car with Chris, she told a nearby bird that she was going to “kick some ass.” I realize it is not the worst thing she could have said, but still not something I want to hear coming out of my 4 year old’s mouth!