What have you got in here, rocks?
Without missing a beat she looks back at me and answers..... For the driveway.
I chuckle to myself. And pat myself on the back a little bit. I marvel at her comedic timing. What a wonderfully witty little girl I'm raising here.
And then we get home.....
It was no joke. She had loaded up one of the outer pockets of her backpack with rocks from the playground at school. I call her over to ask her why. She looks at me as if I've suddenly grown another head and says, again, They're for the driveway!
She heads back to her toys and I head out to the driveway with backpack in hand. Both of us shaking our heads. Once outside I empty the backpack of it's stones and head back instead, but the bag still doesn't feel right. Remember this is the uber fancy backpack with all the bells and whistles. After some searching I find.....
And now everyday she gets off the bus, hands up, saying... I promise Mom, no more rocks!