I never know what to expect when I am with Astrid.  She had me both crying and laughing in the space of forty-five seconds.

The other day we were driving back from the auto shop (yes, I got the brakes done on the Passat, finally) and Ryan and I were discussing the merits of taking good care of one's car, in hopes some day to pass it on to Aurora.  We were talking about safety and responsibility, blah blah blah... When we were interrupted from a squeal from the back seat.

"Oh MY DOSH!  I see Ol Gramma!! Ol Gramma!"

I was confused for a moment, but I looked where Astrid was pointing.  Up in the clear crisp sky, I spotted a jet contrail.  I gulped, and my eyes teared up, and I said, "Well Honey, blow her a kiss!" (Apparently she got the the idea from somewhere, that my Grandma can be seen by the jet contrail.  I think Gram would like that idea too.)

 

"Mmmm *SMACK*, said Astrid.

When we resumed our conversation about cars shortly after, we included Astrid in our conversation.  Ryan says to her, "When you start driving, I want you to be safe and careful."

Astrid says, "Can I cuss when I drive?"

"Uh, Yeah if you have to."

"Oh good, when I cuss I am going say things like, Asshole, But not right now, because I am a little kid."

"Ahem.  Yeah, and little kids don't cuss."

"Yeah."

By this point I am still slightly in tears from the Grandma comment, but I can barely keep a lid on my laughter.  Ryan struggles to keep his composure, and not drive off the road.