Driving

Dear Isabella,

I must be honest and tell you that you are not a happy camper when you first wake up in the morning. In fact, you are quite mad and very vocal each morning as we all get dressed for school and work. Daddy has considered wearing earplugs.

However, after a few minutes, you settle down and are quite hilarious. You're my copilot on the way to school in the morning. You shout, "Top, Mommy, Top!" and "Go, Mommy, Go!!" when you see red and green lights. You have your favorite landmarks: the house that's up, the Super China Buffet that serves pink ice cream, McDonald's, the Chick-fil-A where you got a boo-boo, Mommy's cool, and Izzy's cool. Yesterday you were talking to yourself in the backseat as we approached our house. I heard you saying, "Izzy's house? No. Izzy's house? No." Usually I ask you if different houses are yours on the way home; it was fun to hear you asking yourself the very same question.