Stream of Consciousness

This morning, when I got into the car, I turned the radio on at a low volume.  It all started when the conversation with Logan had reached a stalemate after I told him that I didn't wish to continue the "potty words discussion" he had been so eager to launch in the house.  My irritation was due, in part, to Justin egging him on which Logan found to be completely agreeable...and I did not.  I told Justin off as I struggled to wrestle Logan's wiggling feet into his shoes.  The last thing I saw was Justin thundering down the hall shouting,

"My plan is working!" while the sound of maniacal laughter reverberated off the walls.

During the car trip a commercial began to play...something about mattresses or diapers or seafood.  The announcer had a very low voice but there was nothing notable apart from that.  I could see Logan's face in the rear view mirror as it began to work itself into an expression of great concern.

"Daddy?  What's that?"
"You mean the voice?"
"Ya."
"It's the radio."

There was a struggle to process this information.

"Where is it?"
"It's coming out of the speakers behind you."

Now there was a struggle to turn in his car seat and locate these magic talking boxes.

"You can't see them," I explained.
"What color are their eyes?" he asked.

Okay, I had better start paying more attention to this conversation because I think I missed something.

"Who?" I asked.
"Theirs," he said with a hint of exasperation.  Apparently I'm the dumb one.
"I don't know what color they are.  I can't see them.  Can you?"
"No," he said.
"Oh."  Good.

There was a moment of quiet reflection while I reviewed the conversation notes in my head and pulled into the driveway.  I got out and began to unfasten Logan's seat belt. 

"Is it dark?" he asked.

Umm, not in my world.

"No," I said.  "Is it dark wherever you are?"  I was beginning to wonder where that might be.
"No," he replied.

There was more semi-quiet reflection as he held my hand and we walked to the door.  I walked.  He skipped and flailed.

"Hey!  The sun is out!" he exclaimed as though we had just emerged from a bunker.

Well, that would certainly account for it not being dark.  Is this not the same sun that was out while we were in the car?  Logan, do you smell toast?

- 29 September 2011