Sunday, November 17, 2013
Yesterday, I had the singular privilege of driving the carpool. I had Curtis and three seven-year-old girls riding with me in the minivan. Within minutes of our departure, they started playing the "raise your hand if..." game. It started like this.
"Raise your hand if you've seen Monsters University."
And, logically, went to this.
"Raise your hand if you've seen Despicable 2."
I wasn't too surprised when it took a more aspirational turn.
"Raise your hand if you wish that you could live at Disneyland."
"Raise your hand if you wish the sky was made out of cotton candy."
Then Curtis added his two cents.
"Raise your hand if you want to punch Santa in the head and take all of his presents." (That's my boy!)
From there, the conversation devolved into the most random collection of thoughts I have ever heard.
"Raise your hand if you want a giant red star to explode and destroy the entire earth."
"Raise your hand if you want California to slide into the ocean." (From the "red star" girl.)
"Raise your hand if your great grandpa is Russell M. Nelson."
"Raise your hand if you want to kiss Abraham Lincoln." (From Curtis.)
"Raise your hand if your mom voted for Mitt Romney."
"Raise your hand if Barack Obama made your dad lose his job."
"Raise your hand if you want to become the president so you can make everyone in the world kill themselves." (More "red star." What are they reading at that house?)
Does anyone know where you get one of those limousine windows that's between the driver and the backseat? I'd like to get one installed in the minivan.