Treasures from the Back Seat
Once burned, twice shy is not the motto of our family car rides. Apparently, my driving motto is more along the lines of, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
Every time my little one announces, “Here, Mom!” from the back seat, I blindly put my hand out behind me to accept whatever it is she is giving me. My bare hand. No hazmat suit, not even so much as a glove! This has led to some pretty unpredictable situations. Here are a few of my favs:
“Here, mom!” I reach back. It’s a booger! Sticky and smeared on my hand. Ew. EW. EWWWW!
“Here, mom!” I reach back. I score a half eaten white powdered donut. I eat it. Can’t let good food go to waste.
“Here, mom!” I reach back. What the hell is it?? I look at the offered item. It is a near-fossilized french fry. I cannot even remember the last time we had fries in the car. I do not eat it.
I’ve tried to teach the girls appropriate etiquette for handing people things in the car. It hasn't taken. But, I will keep reaching my hand back as long as they want to hand me things for I know the day will come when the girls are not back there and the treasures they offer so innocently will be no more. So, keep offering me your treasures, kiddos. I’m here for it.