Driving and Running

One of the jokes … or, rather, one of the regular axioms, in our house is that I’m a bad driver.  In fact, I’m inattentive, impatient, and vaguely resentful that I’m not riding the subway instead because I have I book I’m trying to read.  Driving is also one of my Tourette’s triggers.  It’s possible that Sweet Potato thinks Peesa Shit is a type of car.

Anyway, we drove to Washeen’na Dee See (weah dry’vihn ahw dhey!) recently to hang out with Ghamma Widt No Kittycats and Deh Ahda Ghampa and my brother’s family.  It was fun to Tourette in the DC traffic, and do some real city driving, which in my mind is a lot like playing Tetris. 

Sweet Potato and I, being the only early risers of the bunch, scouted out a lot of the city each morning.  As soon as we were on the street, Sweet Potato would say, woodjoo lyke to wuhn widt me Dehddi?  Lotta running, lotta pausing for tears and scraped knees, these days.

Uh, and, yeah, we're still in the tutu phase.