Yellow Car!

Ever since Hubby learned about this particular travel game, he's been hooked.

So we end up playing it whenever we're in the car.  I'm not usually thinking about it, and then he shouts "Yellow car!"  Oh, crap.  We're playing.  Alrighty then.

The kids have picked up on it, too.  We bend the rules for them...they can count school buses and construction vehicles.

Inevitably, it devolves into "Yellow Anything."  But hey, at least we know the kids know their colors.

Or they change it and start playing other colors.

We went out to dinner tonight.

On our way home from GVD after our meal, it was well past dusk and straight on into dark.

Awfully hard to play Yellow Car when it's that dark.

This did not stop the Fries from trying.

Since they were unable to see anything yellow, they started switching colors.  Green.  Blue.  Red.

And that's about when Medium shouts, "Peanut butter!  Peanut butter!  Peanut butter!"

Are you confused?

Okay, good.  So were we.

Why is she hollering "peanut butter" with every set of oncoming headlights she sees?

The light (as it were) dawned for Hubby first.

"Medium, do you mean padiddle?"

I clapped my hand over my mouth.  (Pointlessly, I might add.)

"Yeah!"

By all means, go ahead and laugh.

We did.

"Why are you laughing?" she wanted to know.

"Because you're cute," we told her.

And because you have no idea what you're talking about.