Jane: Mommy! Mommy! NOT THIS VAN! I want to go in the bloooo van!
Me: Remember, Jane, I told you already. We can’t go in the blue van. We’ll have to ride in our yellow van today.
Jane: Why, Mommy? Why can’t we go in the bloooo van?
Me: Because a lady hit mommy and now the blue van is broken. Remember?
Jane: Did you get a boo boo Mommy? Was that lady mean to you?
Me: No, Jane. It was an accident. She didn’t hit me. She hit our car.
Jane: Why did the lady hit you? Was she mean? I want to ride in the bloooo van. [Crying commences.]
Me: What’s wrong Jane?
Jane: I WANT THE BLOOOO VAN! I will never ride in the blue van ever again!
Me: Well, what if we get a new van? How about that? What color would you like to get? Would you like another blue van? Or would you like a red van or a green van or a white van or a yellow van?
Jane: Pink! I want a pink van! (Do I see Mary Kay in her future?)
Me: They don’t make pink vans. How about a red van?
Jane: I want a pink van! Or a flower van! Can we get a flower van?
Me: How about a green van?
Jane: I want to ride in the bloooooooooo van!!!
Me: Sigh.
that child is a riot! And I thought I raised two standup comedians….she puts them to shame…:>)
LOL!!! What a crack-up….don’t you wish you could record those conversations and play them back now and then as they grow up. That is totally priceless….
Ruth
Jane is my kind of girl! I’m on her side. I think you should get a pink van. Or better yet, go with the flower van. And when you do, please send a picture of Spencer sitting in the driver’s seat. 🙂