A Conversation

Yesterday our daycare provider asked if it would okay to bring Keira to her house instead of where we normally take her. While not a problem at all, it tends to add about 15 minutes to our commute home in the evenings. What it really means is a 15 minute commute is now 30. Pshaw you say 30 minutes is nothing, but for anyone of you out there that has a child like mine, the extra 15 minutes can either be incredible or miserable.

I was fortunate to have the former yesterday. It was one of the few times that when in the car Keira didn't ask for her music to be on. So she was talking to me and I was talking to her. It was a very pleasant conversation I must say. We got on the subject of animals and more specifically the names of the dogs and cats of our friends. She threw out Hana and Derby and Gillie, with out too much effort and when we got to Nick and Andi's dog Tango, I casually mentioned that they had cats to.
To which I heard, " Papa, what are their names(the cats)?"
I responded " I don't know their names."
The reply " Maybe Mama knows, I'll ask her."

That was the end of that conversation and we went on to other things she wanted to talk about. But I will say she has been, when one parent doesn't know the answer, going to the other to see if they do. But this isn't the point of this story. Let me continue.

We keep driving and talking about other things. About 20 minutes have passed since the first conversation about N&A's cats when my phone rings. I answer ( this isn't the place to have a lecture about talking on the phone while driving) and it is Amy asking about how Keira's day went. These conversations are usually very short and as I am about to hang up I hear from the back Keira asking to talk to Mama. So I hand her the phone and this is what I hear. ( Mind you I can't hear Amy's responses)

" Mama, what are the names of Nick and Andi's kitty's?"
" No Mama, What are the names of Nick and Andi kitty's"
I look in the rear view mirror at this point cause I have stopped laughing, and see this very frustrated look on my daughters face. She then gives up and I hear.
"Thank you mama. I love you too."
Then she hangs up the phone. I look back at her and she says " Mama didn't know." She then hands me back the phone and we continue on to the house.
It turns out that Amy didn't understand anything she was asking and that was the cause of the frustration.

I can't remember what I did 20 minutes ago, and my daughter is asking my wife about the name of cats she has never met before.
While I am not tyring to keep score, cause I will definitely lose, but Cowlick and Steel Trap are mine. The rest is Amy.