After having met Hubster for dinner, the family divided and conquered for the ride home: all the boys together in the quatre x quatre and just The Princess and I in my car.
After about 15 minutes of silent travel, where I had time to reflect on the fact that my brain is starting to resemble and respond like a turnip more and more each day, The Princess pipes up,
"Mom, have you noticed how quiet it is without Mini-Husband in the car?"
"Ah, yeah, sweetheart," I laughed, "You're right. It is quiet being just us."
I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, her whispy 5 year old hair framing a little smile on that beautiful, angelic face.
Five minutes later she chimes up from the back,
"Hey, Mom. Did you hear that?"
"Did you hear that noise?"
"The noise of us being quiet. It's nice isn't it."
And it was.
I need to find more ways to give her a chance to speak. Even if all she wants to do is listen.