Afterward, The kiddos and I sat on a bench across the locks, eating our lunch and soaking in the sun:
Elena, let's hurry up and get back before the ticket on the car expires.
A spider?
Expires
(One eye squinting, head tilting to the side) What kind of spider?
As we were walking back:
Elena, don't run into the parking lot! Stay on the sidewalk please!
Or I'll DIE !!!???!!! (big emphasis there)
Apparently, I've warned her of death enough times...
