iPod

When Ella sees me take my iPod to the van in the mornings, she knows that she is going to get to pick the music that we listen to. Our conversation this morning went something like this:

Ella: Sons of Dixie on the way home! And 1, 2, 3 on the way to my preschool!

(Pause of some length here)

E: How Many Devils on the way to my preschool!

(1, 2 pick 'em up and put 'em down again and watch the miles go by
3, 4 puck 'em up and put' em down again until you stop one and you die)

Me: *unbridled glee*