Did you ever skip something important on your way to work?

I'm trying to figure out the exact moment it slipped my mind...I got into the correct lane to make the turn combination to make the stop. After the first turn I was still on track. I think that's when it was: there was a slow car in front of me, and half way through passing him I just didn't get back into the right lane and continued forward on my way to work. I guess that's probably the moment it slipped my mind. I do know the exact moment when I remembered, just after I missed the second turn I was supposed to make. It was when I heard an unexpected voice from the back seat: "Tete, I gotta go to kindergarten!"

Like Mama, eh?

Before my wife's return from a business trip this week, I struggled to get our pigsty ready to please her, to transform it into a model home. I wasn't about to do it by myself, though, so my daughter spent a couple days cleaning her room too. On my way out of her room, she asked, "Tete where you going?"

"To the kitchen."

"What you gonna do there?"

"Clean it up."

"Why?"

"So it's clean!"

Smirking, she remarked, "You're like Mama!"

Parting ways--for seconds, or for EVER?!

My wife left for the weekend, and that schedules us for a bout with Rota Virus. I opted for home treatment, and was utterly successful in curing my daughter promptly myself: all you have to do is drink a half gallon of fluids per day plus however much you puke or poop. Cured as she might be, it still wasn't a fun weekend, so the wife suggested I take her someplace fun on Sunday.

She couldn't think of anywhere she wanted to go (she just wanted the TV to be on all day), but on our walk to the ATM she found something exciting: mini cars kids can drive around in 6 minutes for 5 lits. Super. Good time, just that she has trouble keeping the peddle pressed down. The dude suggest putting it on autopilot so that she doesn't have to; okay, what's the harm in that?

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed, as she tried to escape from the moving vehicle. I don't know exactly h0w fast it was going, certainly no faster than a lawnmower. She sort of half way fell out by the time I ran over to pick her up.

As we walked home from the unpleasantness, I asked her why she tried to get out. Turns out she couldn't see me anymore, and forgot that she can turn the steering wheel to change course. Her logical conclusion, given what knowledge she could summon at the moment, was that she was going to drive away from me and I would never be able to get to her, at least not until she got into an accident and possibly died: I wasn't sure if by "go away," which she repeated several times, she merely meant meters or maybe mortality.