Nina and I are in the car, spending our typical Thursday together. It's 7 solid hours of her asking me questions until we pick up Audrey from school...and then both ask questions. Here's how today's frustrating conversation went:
Me: Nina, we're going to Maurices really fast so I can get some jeans.
Nina: Who's Mareesa?
Me: No, it's Maurices. It's a store.
Nina: Does her house have a bathroom?
Me: It's not a person's house and no, the store does not have a bathroom.
Nina: What's her name?
Me: (now getting really irritable) Whose name?
Nina: Her name. The place where you get jeans.
Me: IT'S NOT A PERSON, NINA! It's a STORE.
Nina: Who gonna pay for it?
Me: (silence. turn up radio)
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