My Drive With Savannah

I took Savannah to the store tonight, just me and her.  That almost never happens.  Typically we've got babies too.  I totally would have brought the babies with me, but Landry had just pooped her diaper, and Cael was in his high chair fighting the opportunity to eat rice and salmon.  I'm glad they were otherwise occupied, because I had a great conversation with Savannah.

On the way out of the door I grabbed Savannah's coveted Hannah Montana CD.  She rarely gets to listen to it, and she's never watched the show, but she's enthralled with Hannah Montana.  When we got into the car, with her in the front with me (yes, I could get in trouble, but it was worth it for this conversation), I popped the CD in and she started dancing (in the confines of her seat belt, give me a break) and singing (without knowing the music or the words) to Miley Cyrus (whom she's never watched).  It was priceless.  She was being overly dramatic, which by all means is an exact replica of Miley Cyrus, motioning this way and that, lip syncing words she doesn't understand.   She was in heaven.

Then, she asked me who the brown haired girl on the CD case was.

I explained to her that it was Miley Cyrus, and she pretends to be Hannah Montana; kind of like Miranda Cosgrove pretends to be Carly on ICarly (something she does understand).  She let that sink in for a minute, then she looked at me at pronounced that she would like to meet Miley Cyrus.  I explained that would likely never happen, because not only is she not doing Hannah Montana anymore, but I don't exactly agree with her being a great role model.   This was of course greeted with a blank stare from Savannah, so I explained.  I said that sometimes Miley Cyrus wears things that aren't good, or says things that aren't good, or makes decisions that aren't so good...things that wouldn't make me happy.  Savannah looked at me with her innocent, 5 year old eyes and said simply, "Well, then she's probably not going to get anything from Santa".

True that, babe.

After we left the store we passed a man begging for money.  Savannah asked what his sign said, to which I responded, "Stranded, need help".  She asked what stranded was, and after receiving the explanation, she looked at me and said, "how would we know where he lives?"  I told her that he'd know where he lives, but that he felt he needed money and was asking for people to give.  She expressed real concern about someone needing money, and so gently I explained that sometimes people who are begging really do need money, but sometimes they don't and they're just pretending.  She thought about that for a minute, then blurted out, "Couldn't we just pay him to stay out of our car?"

I love the way she thinks!