The studio where my son takes karate is maybe 10 minutes from the house. Maybe. We drive there and back three times a week for his classes. Most of the time it’s a pretty short trip, but on days like today it feels like such a long freaking drive.
As much as I like having the kids strapped in their car seats where I know they can inflict minimal damage on the world, it also means that they take full advantage of the fact that mommy is in the driver’s seat and begin to bombard me with question after question after question.
“Mommy, does God hold up the solar system with his big hands?”
“Is it true that Santa is allergic to Zsu-Zsu pets?”
“Can we go to Minnesota some day so we can play in the snow?”
“Did you feed us lunch because I can’t remember?”
“Was it just procedure for Jesus to wear only his underwear when he was being crucified?”
“If it’s technically Winter why is there no snow?”
“Do children die?”
“Can a skeleton actually grow once somebody is dead?”
“What happens if people eat boogers?”
“Can I have a horse?”
“My friend at school said that the skin on pears is poisonous. Is that true?”
“Is this an ice rock?”
Such a long 10 minute drive…
