The Beauchamp FamilyYes, we really are this geeky…

Earlier this month, I took Cassie with me to run an errand. She had a running commentary going in the backseat so that by the time we got there (20 minutes), my head was really close to exploding. I decide to get smart and buy her a chocolate milk in a box. She LOVES these things. I figured she’d be too busy drinking and not talk so much that I feel my brain unhinge.

Yeah… that plan didn’t work so well… she was just a chatterbox that day. So this is how the conversation went:

Cassie: “And then, blah blah blah blah, and did you know, blah blah blah…” etc etc.
Me: “Hey, do you like the milk?”
Cassie: “Yeah, it’s good… and then Jamie was a Pokemon that blah blah blah”
Me: “Hey! Less talking, more drinking back there!”
Cassie: “Hey! More talking, less drinking back here!”
Me: “You are such a little smart ass.”
Cassie: “I know. So, then we went… blah blah blah”

After I finished nearly running over the car in front me from laughing so hard, I gave her the camera phone and told her to take a picture of her milk.

So she took the picture and I figured I could buy a few minutes of peace while she figured it out, but no, she just kept chattering…

Cassie: “So, the teacher said… blah blah blah”
Me: “You are so hyper today. Are you on meth?”
Cassie: “Um, what’s meth?”
Me: “Um, nevermind, it’s a drug, so what were you saying?”
Cassie: “And then my friend went… blah blah blah”
Cassie: “Doncha know that… blah blah blah”
Me:
Cassie: “I think that tomorrow… blah blah blah blah”
Me: “Okay, are you dropping acid back there?”
Cassie: “Kids don’t drop acid, Mom!”

It was then I realized that I should probably just let her talk because otherwise I was going to cause problems asking if my kid was doing hard drugs.

So, I gave her the camera phone again and told her to take a picture of herself. I figured that would buy be some time while she figured out how to hold it to push the button and not see it.

It took like 10 seconds.

Cassie: “Can I see the picture?”
Me: “Sure.”
Cassie: “Yeah, so then the turtwig went to…. blah blah blah”

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