On much of the drive across the country the first time, Abby sat in the front seat and talked to me while Katrina sat in the back seat and watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2. (I eventually had to ban discussions on Buffy, but that's a different story.)
One thing Abby liked to do was to see how far she could push me before I snapped. How many times could she poke me before I told her to knock it off? How long could she sing highly annoying tuneless songs before I told her to be quiet? It was a grand psychological experiment for her, and I was her prime subject.
Every experiment would end with me telling her to quit it, and then with her laughing at me and telling me what she was doing.
By the time we hit the east coast, I was a little tired of my position as Experimentee #1, so I decided to turn the tables.
We were driving down the road, and the girls made some sort of joke about how the loo was an English word for toilet. I didn't hear them the first time, but they thought it was pretty hilarious, so I asked them what they'd said. They told me, and I got the joke, but instead I said, "I don't get it."
So they explained it again.
And again I said, "I don't get it."
After a few rounds of this, Katrina was practicially beside herself at how incredibly dense her mother was. Although I think the word she was using was stupid, not dense.
It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face throughout all of this, and it was a good thing it was dark and the girls couldn't really see me, or I would have been outed far earlier than I was.
On about the fifth or sixth time that I didn't get it, Abby started drawing me a picture to explain it all to me. At that point, there was absolutely no way I was able to keep a straight face. In fact, I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face. I'm not sure how they believed me yet again, after the explanatory drawing was complete, when I said, "I don't get it."
They were sort of out of ideas at this point about how to make me finally get it, when I told them that I was running my own experiment to see how long they'd believe me for.
Abby said that she had been getting sort of suspicious. Katrina didn't seem to be harboring many earlier suspicions.
I guess we know which daughter has more faith in my intelligence!
Posted by Rachel at July 29, 2004 04:48 PMMom, I have plenty of faith in your intellignce. I just thought you were losing it from all that concentrating on driving late-night.
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