As my boys have gotten a bit older, I've come to realize that some of their best conversations happen in the back seat of the car when we're on our way somewhere. Here's how a recent one went:
Younger son: I love Mommy, but she's really annoying sometimes. I tell her, 'You don't have to tell me so many times. You tell me once, and then you tell me again and again and again...'
Older son: And again and again. Yeah, she totally does that. It's like, We heard you the first time, Mom!
Me: You guys. I'm right here. Right up here in the front seat, driving. I am looking at the road, but I can still hear you with my ears as you talk a bunch of shit about me.
Both sons: Giggles. [Author's note: "Shit" gets 'em every time.]
This was a couple of months ago, before my younger son turned 4. That means they were 6 and 3 when this conversation occurred.
My, I can't wait until they're 16 and 13.