“Cinco do you want to go with Mom or do you want to stay with Nana?”

“ummm….” (head cocked to the side, eyes rolled skyward) “I think I’ll go with Nana.”

“No. Mama’s going. Nana’s staying to work with Baby. What do you want to do?”

“Ummmm….” (head still cocked to the side, now eyes slightly downward, hands expressively at shoulder level) “I think I’ll watch Barbie Dreamhouse.”

“yeah, no. That’s not an option. You’re coming with me.”

“Kay.” Looks askance at the shoes held in my hand “I want to wear the kitty shoes.”

“Fine. We need to go.”                                                         

Enroute “MOOOM. You need to go fast.”

“We will go fast when it is not a red light.”

“You are not going fast.”

“It’s still a red light. Kicking the back of my chair will accomplish nothing but irritating me.” 

“Mom go fast and fix my hair.” Attempts to hand me the clips she has less than skillfully removed from her hair.

At the destination. “Unbuckle me now!”

 “

No, just Baba is going in. We’re going to sit here during her voice lesson.” 

“Well, I think I am going in.” 

“No. You’re not.” Head now cocked to the side, arms akimbo “I think that Baba wants me to go with her. “ 

“No she doesn’t.”

 “K. I have to go potty.”

After barely using the facilities “I want to go to Starbucks.” 

“So does mom.” 

“You should go and get me a water with ice and a cookie.” 

“No, you make too big a mess with cookies and I just cleaned out the car. And no ice. You eat it and make a mess.” 

Eyes roll upward “Yeah, but I like ice. And cookies.”

I have to wonder if X-Man doesn’t talk because Cinco doesn’t ever stop.