Driving the Mckid home from preschool is sometimes a challenge. She doesn't always want to leave. And sometimes she doesn't want to leave WITH ME. You know the drill.
But yesterday was OK. She was quiet getting into the carseat, and I chalked it up to being tired. We drove more than half of the way home in silence.
Then from the back of the car comes a tiny voice:
"You know? I never thought of Eskimos."
Followed by a long silence again.
Well, you know? Neither did I......