Mom and I went back to St. Louis yesterday, to see the sis in the hospital. Always a fun travel partner, a few conversations on the trip:
At McDonalds, in the morning:
Me: What do you want, Mom?
Mom: I can't remember.
Me: How about a cinnamon melt?
Mom: Oooo! Yeahhhh!
We pay, stand to the side and wait for our number to be called.
Mom: What IS a cinnamon melt, anyway?
Me, laughing: Why did you want it if you don't know what it is?
Mom: Because it sounds good.
She's right. It does, kind of.
She's not so good at sitting in the car for 3 hours, these days. "My butt hurts," she keeps telling me. Upon seeing a sign that read "Champaign", she cheered:
Mom: Champaign! Yay!
Me: We're not close to Champaign yet Mom; we have 80 more miles to go.
Mom, indignant: Then why did they put up that sign?!!
Me: It's to tell me I need to take this road to get to Champaign.
Mom, after a long pause: I'm glad you're driving.
Yeah, you and me too, Mama-baby.