The driving daddy
Every family has its own in-jokes. One of ours is about my forgetting bananas in the car for a week, hence our term "carnanas" for forgotten food, or like the time two year old Olivia hid in a closet trying to open a vacuum-sealed bag of nuts, and told us she was "just doing my peanut work." Now, every time we use the word "work" in a sentence, we always call it "peanut work."
Claus is the latest to add to this list of laughables, for the time he asked me to pick him up THREE BLOCKS from home after he got a bicycle flat... after riding 30 miles. Sometimes Olivia or I will call out to him from the front yard and ask him to come pick us up because we're tired.
But really. Today we got in the car to go somewhere together, and he went in the opposite direction of the main road. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I have to drop something off at your dad's first," he explained. My dad literally lives eight houses up the street from us. We can and do walk there (or past there) all the time.
"We couldn't just walk there?" I asked incredulously.
When Olivia came home from school, I knew she would get a kick out of this story, so I told her. To my great surprise, she actually said he did that with her the week previous, and was herself thinking, "Why couldn't we have just walked here? This is weird."
I asked him what he was thinking. "It was raining," he said. If laughter is the best medicine, this family is sure it.