Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Dear Backseat Convo

Dear Backseat Convo,

Sometimes you render me speechless as I sit in the driver's seat navigating the road.  What comes out of the mouths of babes are priceless.  Especially when the younger child tries so very hard to check the older sibling's one-ups in order to "save face," while going through a very tender phase of doing everything the Same As his big sister.

Dear Daughter: Mudkip.  (Mudkip is a Pokemon character).

Dear Son: Mudkip.

DD: Let's play this: you say 'Mud' and I say 'kip,' okay? 

DS: Kip.

DD: No, no!  You say 'Mud' and I say 'kip"!

DS:  Kip!

DD (pouts): I'm not playing anymore.

DS (whiney): I'm not playing anymore.

DD (indignant): Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious.

DS (even more indignant): Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-DOCIOUS.

DD: Sphygmo-meter (DD's teacher's favorite word is 'sphygmomanometer.'  She thinks she is saying this "difficult" word to challenge her little brother).

DS: Sphyga-meter.

DD: No! Not 'sphyga-meter.'  It's 'sphygmo-meter'!

DS: (Car-shattering scream).

DD: Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious.

DS: Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-DOCIOUS.


It was late at night.  I had a headache and was too worn out from the day to say anything, so I just listened to the kids going at each other.  Just as well, I thought.  What's more precious than a little sibling rivalry love?  Thank goodness we were almost home.  Sometimes you're entertaining, Backseat Convo, and sometimes you're aggravating.  But today, you gave me a new post.



  1. I can totally relate, now they are plain rude to each other, so sad. We still have few moments of laughs when one outsmarts the other.

  2. Bigger kids are a whole new ball of wax. Will cross that bridge when I get to it, and will be asking you for advice!

  3. Sandra, I am learning as I go, it is such an amazing, fast, and in a while surreal change the kids go through. It seems to happen overnight, surreal indeed.