Last night the girls got to stay with Mammy and Pop-Pop. It was a spontaneous thing and we weren't quite sure how they would do since they have gotten pretty used to sharing a room. Needless to say, Mammy and Pop-Pop called us around 930 this morning and said "I think the girls are ready to come home!"
We made some coffee and went to get the girls. After visiting with them for a bit, we piled back into the van and headed out. By then it was approaching their lunch time so we decided we'd go by Mcdonalds. Unfortunately the kids both fell asleep about a mile down the road. I drove very slowly and we took the long way back into town and over to get something to eat and take home.
On the way home, we hear Emma (who has recently graduated to the very back seat of the van to make room for Lydia), and she starts to cry.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked.
"MY FINGERS ARE STUCK!" she hollers from the back.
"Where are they stuck sweety?" I questioned.
"I DON'T KNOW DADDY!" she exclaims.
"Uh - Ok." I said quite dumbfounded. "Can you show me your fingers?" I asked.
She raises here little hands over the middle seat.
"Great! Can you move them?" I asked.
"No Daddy." she said sadly.
The best I can figure, her fingers aren't actually stuck in anything.... her right hand fell asleep from the way she was propping her head up in the car and she couldn't yet move her fingers. Poor girl. After explaining what happened she was ok and back to her happy self.
We go down this road that has a short but steep drop off. If you go over it too slow, you never feel it. If you go over too fast, you catch some serious air like Bo and Luke Duke. If you go over it at approximately 34 mph, it's fast enough to make your stomach drop without the tires coming off the ground.
As Emma sees this part of the road coming toward her she shrills with excitement "THE DOOPY DOO DADDY!!!"
She giggled the rest of the way home.
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