Driving

The scene: we’re driving home from Ms K’s. It’s dark. I’m trying to pay attention to the road. I have my mind on a million things.

Thus, our interchange:

Michael, pointing at something out the window: “What’s that?”

Daddy, staring straight ahead, keeping eyes on road: “What’s what?”

Michael, continuing to point: “That.”

Daddy: “I don’t know.”

Michael: “No, THAT!”

Daddy: “I don’t know what you’re pointing at.”

Michael: “No! That one! Right there!”

Daddy: “My answer won’t change, Michael. I don’t know what you’re pointing at. I’m looking at the road. I can’t see what you’re pointing at.”

Michael: “That one! The big one right there!”

Daddy: “I don’t know, Michael.”

Michael: “(large, exasperated sigh) That right there! THAT ONE!”

Daddy: “I have no idea.”

(two seconds of silence)

Michael: “You’re making me nuts.”

Daddy: “Welcome to the club.”