This evening I called Brian on my way home from work and discovered that he had already picked up Helen from daycare, and was driving home with her. To understand this story, you may want to know that she often takes a stuffed animal to daycare with her, and that day she had a brown puppy dog.
Anyway, while I was on the phone with Brian, in the background I could hear her chanting.
Helen: Puppy driving!! Puppy driving!!
Brian (to me): Puppy's up front with me.
Helen: Puppy driving!! Go puppy, go puppy, go puppy, go puppy ...
(Brian & I have a short conversation about possibilities for dinner that evening. We have this same conversation via cell phone every evening. In the background I can still hear Helen chanting.)
Helen: Go puppy, go puppy, go puppy, go puppy ...
Brian: Helen, we can't go any faster, sweetie. You don't want puppy to rear-end the car in front of us and cause his premiums do go up, do you?
Helen: (complete silence)
Brian (to me): Boy, I really got her there.
Jennie: Hahahahaha! Oh, that's totally going on the blog.
Helen: (still silent)
Brian: Helen, you'll get that joke when you're older and you wreck your daddy's car.
Jennie: And how!