Going nowhere, fast (or “Why they should have included booze in that stupid ‘new parent’ bag we got at the hospital”)

April 2nd, 2007

Me: Ok, get in the car, son.
Son: Dad! Do you like dumplings?
Me: I sure do. Get in the car.
Son: Do dumplings come in lots of colors?
Me: I’m sure you can get dumplings in colors somewhere. Get in the car, bud.
Son: What kind of cars do they have in China?
Me: Same kind as here. Get in the car, son.
Son: Is China far?
Me: Very far. Get in the car.
Son: Are aliens real?
Me: I hope so. Get in the car.
Son: Hey, Dad—
Me: Please. Please, get in the car.