Return to Central Time
"So, when was the last time you celebrated New Year's Eve in a different time zone?" Jen asked a few minutes ago as we shoot across Minnesota this afternoon on the last leg of our epic Christmas journey.
"Not ever," I replied, thinking, man, that's a little pathetic. Not that it's ever been a big holiday for me, really, and not that I ever have a reason to travel far and wide during the holidays. But still.
"It'll be odd," Jen said. "They'll be dropping the ball in New York and we'll still have another hour."
Ellie spent the morning torturing me from the back seat with a game she had devised. "I am going to ask you questions," she said, "and the answer is a number."
Math? Fine. I can do four-year-old math. "Question One: Why do people get married?"
"Um, two?" I ventured. "Wrong," Ellie said. "It's ten. Because two sounds like ten."
She alternated questions between me and Jen, and I sensed a little favoritism, because Jen's answers were always deemed correct, whether or not Ellie had whispered, "Pick twelve!" to Jen beforehand.
Other questions included:
The trip from Atlanta has been pretty easy, with the kids glued to Nintendos or the "Best of Charlie's Angels" DVD Jen's sister gave her for Christmas. We had a little snow just west of Minneapolis, which looked like this briefly:
...but soon cleared up to this:
We're 63 miles east of Fargo now and the sailing is clear. Happy new year!
"Not ever," I replied, thinking, man, that's a little pathetic. Not that it's ever been a big holiday for me, really, and not that I ever have a reason to travel far and wide during the holidays. But still.
"It'll be odd," Jen said. "They'll be dropping the ball in New York and we'll still have another hour."
Ellie spent the morning torturing me from the back seat with a game she had devised. "I am going to ask you questions," she said, "and the answer is a number."
Math? Fine. I can do four-year-old math. "Question One: Why do people get married?"
"Um, two?" I ventured. "Wrong," Ellie said. "It's ten. Because two sounds like ten."
She alternated questions between me and Jen, and I sensed a little favoritism, because Jen's answers were always deemed correct, whether or not Ellie had whispered, "Pick twelve!" to Jen beforehand.
Other questions included:
- Why do you and mom go on vacation so much?
- Why do bulls hate red?
- Why do leaves fall from the trees?
The trip from Atlanta has been pretty easy, with the kids glued to Nintendos or the "Best of Charlie's Angels" DVD Jen's sister gave her for Christmas. We had a little snow just west of Minneapolis, which looked like this briefly:
...but soon cleared up to this:
We're 63 miles east of Fargo now and the sailing is clear. Happy new year!
posted by Tom at 5:00 PM
1 Comments:
excellent ellie story. i hope you guys made it safely all the way back to the Big F. we miss you very much- this house was not meant to be quiet!
MEG
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