Because we spend nearly half our lives in the Suburban on our way to one kid event or another, we have a chance for a lot of in-car conversation (unless, of course, we pop a DVD in for a little peace and quiet or unless we’re all rocking out to Springsteen or DMB). This weekend, George announced to the rest of us that he has a fan club.
ME: That’s very interesting, George. Who’s in your club?
GEORGE: Well, lots of people. Like Sam and his friends, and Gus, and Mary Claire, and some of my friends, and a few of my classmates.
ME: Hmm. So, who are you a fan of? (I know that’s not proper grammar, but the 5-year-old understood what I was asking.)
GEORGE: NO!! We don’t have a fan. It’s MY fan club. Everyone in it is MY fan!
MARY CLAIRE: What?! No one ever asked me to be in that club! I am definitely NOT in THAT club!