Conversations in the Van, part?...I should count these.

Ok, The van seating arrangement has been recently rearranged.
The two oldest are in the middle row and the two youngest are now in the back.
There is a reason why the two youngest are split up in the van. I had forgotten that reason but I sure do remember it now.

The two talk and talk and talk and talk an d fight and talk and talk and giggle and then yell and talk some more.
It is crazy but pretty darn funny sometimes.

Today's insanity.
As Christmas music blares from from the Van radio. (Yes, this is by choice.)
I'm dreaming.....of a white Christmas..... croons Michael Bolton. (Yes, I even had a choice to listen to this Christmas song. We have TWO Christmas radio stations. It's pitiful.)

S: Hey...that guy said Christmas.

A: Yeah....it's a Christmas song.

S: No, it's not!

I'm dreaming.....of a white Christmas..... croons Michael Bolton again.

S: See, he said Christmas again. Did you hear it?

A: It's a Christmas song. He's going to say "Christmas."

S: It's NOT a Christmas song.

A: Yes, it is!

S: NO, it's not!

A: Is too!

S: Nuh-uh. He said Christmas again.

A: IT'S A CHRISTMAS SONG!

S: Nuh-uh.

This continues long enough for Mr. Bolton to end his howling about the virtues of snow. They were then thankfully distracted by Jingle Bell Rock.

I foresee stockings full of coal for those two.
I'm going to have to switch the seating before our trip over the river and through the woods. (And through the cotton fields.)