Tales of Life with a Girl on the Go

As we drove to Melissa’s Thursday night, I was telling Reid about our big day.

Me: You’ll go to daycare in the morning and then Daddy and Mama will get you at lunchtime. Then, Mama and Reid will take a train to go see Grandma Joyce and your uncles and aunts and cousins.
Reid: Um-huh. [Pause] Why we no drive?
Me: Daddy needs the car to get to and from work while we’re away. Plus, the train is WAY MORE FUN. [Maybe trying too hard but I was worried.]
Reid: I no like the train!
Me: If we drive, I’ll have to stay in the front in my seat and you’ll have to stay in your seat.
Reid: Let’s take Daddy to work and then we drive ourselves.

It would have been a good solution if only Ken had a bed at his office. There is a kitchen and a shower, you know. He’d have to stay outside from 6 pm til 8 am each night but I’m sure he’d want to do that for Reid. Too bad about the lack of bed.

Reid mentioned again this morning that she didn’t like the train but she didn’t make a scene. We’re nearly 3 hours into our trip, she has been good so far. We ate lunch, napped more than an hour and coloured a bit. Then, I offered up videos and she’s been entranced since then.

The train is full. Reid and I snagged a 4 seater and are sharing it with two young women (18 and early 20s). They haven’t said much and don’t take up much of our floor space and so we’re all good. I bought Reid a chocolate milk when the snack cart first came by after lunch. When the lady asked if we needed anything, Reid said, “I’m firsty,” in a pathetic little voice. What could I do? When the lady came back, I asked for chips. Reid likes them and I was craving the salt. I wonder if Reid knew I was treating me and not just me.

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