…from the backseat.
Ben: Lumos!
Jack: Mom! Mom! Do you spell ring r-i-n-g?
Maddie: …and then we each take turns saying our lines…
Ben: Sectum Sempra! Jack you are in pieces now!
Jack: No, I’m not! And mom, sing is s-i-n-g, right?
Ben: Yes you are! Crucio! Now you are in pain!
Jack: Nooooo! I! Am! Not!
Maddie: …and I have to memorize this very long speech, it’s 4 paragraphs, and…
Ben: Protego! Avada Kedavra! Protego! Avada Kedavra!
Jack: W-i-n-g is wing. I-n-g! I-n-g! Mom, give me another –ing word! Mom! Give me an –ing word!
Ben: Expelliarmus!
Maddie: I basically know it, if you can just listen to it, but if I miss a word…
Jack: MOM! An ING WORD!
Ben: Silencio! Mom! I did the silencing curse on Jack! Jack! Now you can’t talk! Silencio!
Jack: Yes I can! See! Mom, I can still talk, right?
Maddie: …you don’t have to stop me, it’s okay if it’s not word for word, as long as it still makes sense…
Ben: Mom! Here’s one for you! Orchideous! That makes flowers come out of my wand, just for you! Now you say Accio Flowers and they will come right to you!
Jack: Mom! An –ing word! Oh, I know! Sting is um, s- um –t-i-n-g!
Maddie: …I just have to, you know, say it confidently…
Ben: Mom, what’s for supper?
Jack: Oh! Eating! That’s an ‘ing word!
Maddie: ….but I’m really feeling nervous about it…
Ben: Incendio! Mom, if it’s something I don’t like, I’m going to say an Incendio curse and set it on fire, okay?
Maddie: Oh, and don’t forget we have to get my gift to exchange by next Thursday…
Ben: Petrificus Totalus! Jack, now you are a statue! You can’t move!
Jack: I am NOT a statue! Stop it Ben! Stoppitus!
Ben: That’s not even a curse, is it Maddie? Stoppitus isn’t even a curse, Jack just made it up, right Maddie?
Maddie: …she said we just have to go to the dollar store and get something there for like three to five dollars…
Jack: Mom! Give me another –ing word to spell!
[You have just enjoyed a tiny little 20 second peek at a drive that continued much in the same manner for about ten minutes. I honestly should have stock in Tylenol or possibly I will make millions inventing a little bell jar type thing that comes down out of the minivan ceiling and surrounds the driver with a sound-proof glass and possibly dispenses Godiva chocolate via voice command].
2 comments:
That is my life. There may be no hope. My children are 14, 12 and 9 and they have talked over each other since they got their voices. I try to make it stop, but it doesn't. It doesn't ever stop. But I know someday my house will be silent, and my nice clean empty nester car will be quiet too, and that makes me sad. So on the days that I actually remember that I say bring it on.... on the other days I yell and scream.
I applaud you for listening to it for that long- The radio would've been turned up to tune them out or I would've just yelled"shut it!" sounds a little better than "shut up"
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