First a low rumbling, a couple comments here and there from one of the kiddos in the back. Then it started to build. Louder and louder until my husband and I could scarcely here Glen Miller bopping on the airways.
It wasn't fighting per say, just lots of "hey Mommy," "hey Daddy," "remember when we did/saw fill-in-the-blank-for-some random-thing-that-popped-into-their-head-because-we-passed-a-red-truck-or-something."
Times that by three and it sounds a little something like this:
It was at that moment that my husband said "wouldn't it be nice if we had a limo?"
No, it wasn't so we could be sitting in the back not worried about traffic or having to find a parking space at church. And no, it wasn't because if we had a limo we would be better off financially then we are now.
His desire for a limousine was simple: when the noises got too loud, we could simply roll up the partition window and drive along in peace.
What a novel idea! Why hasn't someone at Chrysler made that a standard feature on the Town and Country yet?
It's funny because when it gets to a fevered pitch like that it is usually about nothing all that important. It may be to ask a question we have already answered five time. THAT MORNING. Or to tattle or complain or just to try and be louder than their sibling.
Whenever they try to tell us something we genuinely want to here they talk just above a whisper. And anyone who has ever been in a minivan knows that those things are not the best at blocking out the noise so we must ask, over and over and over again for them to please speak up/stop taking into their coat/turn their head toward us - so we might have some chance of picking up a few words and figuring out what the heck they are talking about.
Of course when we want inside voices (like say when we are two feet away from them at the dinner table) we get shouting. That's kid karma for ya ...
But the privacy window partition doesn't have to be contained solely to the car. I found another use for it last night at dinner. All the kids dinners were plated, served and ready to be consumed. It was a meal they all actually liked too: tacos (which is why we have them every Tuesday). So they should have been eating. My husband and I were up plating our own dinners and attempting to have an adult conversation about our respective days. Insane thought I know while the three kids were still awake, but it seemed like it should have been feasible.
Except for our son Mr. Nosey Parker interrupting every third word asking "who called?" "who was late?" "what did you say?"
Eyes on your own paper dude! Eat your taco!
I looked at my husband and said "wouldn't it be nice to have one of the limo windows right now?" Maybe then we could actually finish a thought without being interrupted.
He suggested a mental partition. Good in theory, but let's face it, they are pretty hard to ignore
Nice idea though ...
OK GM, get crackin ...
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