Sunday, February 11, 2007

Grandma the Crazy Driver
Yesterday I was putting Benjamin in the car for a trip to the grocery store when he asked me, "Remember when Grandma Groneman was driving us to the airport and she started to go when you weren't in your seat?" At first I had no idea what he was talking about, but after he continued to try to explain the incident for a few minutes, I finally remembered-- how in all of the chaos of my forgotten purse and meeting up with Dastrups to get Benjamin's car seat, Mom started driving away while I was still buckling Benjamin into his seat. I told Benjamin that I remembered, and he said, "Yeah. I guess Grandma is a crazy driver!" Aren't you glad that he hasn't forgotten you yet? ;)


Marilyn said...

I was certainly a crazy driver that day! And I was wishing there was someone else behind the wheel! All I could envision was the Dastrup family having to sit an extra 6 hours in the airport, with 2 little cute guys, longer than was necessary because they missed their flight! And in my mind, I was thinking that Christa would jump in the car and then buckle Benjamin in so we could move...and without looking, I thought it was time to move, so we did! I vote we leave a half hour earlier next time to take you to the airport...or better yet, MOVE TO UTAH SO WE DON'T NEED TO!!!
Anyone else vote for that???

Kim said...

[waving hand wildly in the air]