We’re driving home from the final day of ski school yesterday. Anja’s in a booster, asking if she can sit on her knees. I said no.
“Oh ya right mama cause on the highway no one sits on their knees because if I did, PFFT, Anja dead. And then the birds would come and get me and pick me up by my t-shirt and fly me up and PLOP, drop me in the heavens.”
She should write road safety campaigns, that one.