Drive Time

For some context, we drive 25 minutes or so to church. Doesn’t seem like much given my drive to work these days, but for Hannah it seems like a long time in the car.

(In the car, driving home from an AWANA night)

Hannah: Daddy, when I grow up and have a baby, I am going to live in a house closer to church.

Me: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

H: Yep, but I will still be close to your house so we can come visit you… maybe we can live in the middle!

In A Restaurant Booth

Hannah: (sitting by the window) Hey dad! My tongue just popped out of my mouth because it wanted to lick the window!

Me: OK… Did you stop it?

H: yep! (while moving enough to show a large smear on the glass)

M: good

H: Yeah dad, sometimes our bodies do things they are not supposed to do.

Headaches

I keep meaning to write down all the quotes I hear from Hannah, and figured this might be a good place to put them.

So, we are driving and hit an uneven spot that kind of rocks the car.

Hannah: “Daddy, the wobbly spots make my head hurt”

Me: “I see. You know what else can make your head hurt?”

H: what?

M: whinging

H: no dad, that only makes your head hurt.