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In the car to school yesterday morning:
Me: Do you have your seatbelts on?
Jane: Yes, but Sunny doesn’t.
Sunny: Yes, I do. I just clicked it. Do you, Mommy? I didn’t hear it.
Me: Yes, but it didn’t make a loud sound.
Jane: Oh, no! Mom’s not secure!
Me: What? No, I—
Jane: She’s been compromised! We have to secure her!
Me: Um . . . How?
Jane (opening her homework folder): Let’s see . . . Brown hair—check! Black jacket—check! Huge purse—check!
Sunny (in her super-serious, squirrel-breathing-helium voice): Roger that, sir!
(a short pause in which I almost pull over)
Jane: Double extreme laughing—check!
Sunny: Double check!
Me (getting myself under control): Where did you get all this?
Jane: We’re professionals, Agent Mom.
Sunny: Yeah. Proffeskinals. What’s in my ear?
Me: Your pigtail holders have butterflies, remember?
Sunny: No, Janie put something—
Jane: Those are our comm ear things.
Sunny: Ohhhh. So you can hear me?
Jane: Well . . . You’re right there, but if you weren’t, yeah. Favorite color, green?
Me: Yes.
Jane: Favorite food—
Sunny: Hot dogs!
Jane: Not you—Mom.
Sunny: Oops! Um, Brusskel sprouts!
Both kids: Ewwwww!
Jane: That’s her all right.
Me: We’re here. Everybody out!
Jane (getting out of the car): You’ve been secured, Mom! Congratulations!
Sunny: Hooray, Mom!
Me: Thanks—I could use a little security. And hugs.
And I got them, too.
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* Kids Imagining Dauntless Stuff
Earful of Cider 