Running commentary

Close to verbatim from our (less than 10 minute) ride home from school yesterday:

"Iss hot."
No Ellen, it isn't that hot.
"Hot mama."
No, I'm not a hot mama. Thanks, though.
"One, two, three. Click!"
Why is your face so dirty Ellen?
"Ha, ha, ha."
"Play owside."
"Where my froggy?"
"Mama! Get da froggy!"
I can't get your frog Ellen. I'm driving. That's the rule.
"Issat daddy? Right there?"
No, Ellen, that's not daddy. Where is daddy?
"Jayhawk. Football."
No. Where is daddy?
"Work. Jayhawk football."
Does daddy like football?
"Uh huh."
"Play bubbas."
Do you want to play bubbles when we get home?
"Uh huh." "Mama play owside."
Ok, Ellen, I'll play outside with you.
"Mama bubbas."
"Musica."
Do you like this music Ellen?
"Uh huh."
"Meat. Eat meat."
Do you want to eat some meat?
"No."
"Wassat?"
That's a blue blanket.
"Blue blanket."
Did we sit on that blanket in the park with Mere?
"Uh huh."
Did we listen to some music?
"Uh huh."
What kind of music?
"Jazzzzzzz."
"Play balloons."
That's right! You played with balloons at the jazz festival.
"Play bubbas."
Ok, Ells, we are almost home.
Is this your street?
"Uh huh. Terrace."
"We're home!"
Ok, let's unload the car.
"Airplane!" "Voom, vroom, vroom."
Do you hear an airplane?
"Where da airplane go?"
"Hey! Airplane!"
"Ha, ha, ha."

PHEW.

Also, this picture has nothing to do with our trip home, except to say that when Ellen isn't running her mouth, she is stuffing it with strawberries, stem and all.