To the Future

Yesterday, after a trip to the dentist (me), a run around the park (Clare), and some fries at McDonalds (we shared), Clare and I climbed back into the car. This was the conversation:

Clare

Why did you get in on that side?

Me

This is where I need to sit to drive the car.

Clare

Dad should be here to drive the car.

Me

Well, he could if he were here with us.

Clare

How come you and Dad are the only ones who get to drive?

Me

When you are a lot bigger, like in 14 years, you can drive too.

Clare

When I am bigger and you and Dad are lots older and tiny you can ride in the back in carseats and I will drive you to the store and the park and the library and the post office.

Me

Sounds like a plan!