Write about: the navigator.
Max made a treasure hunt map this morning and insisted on bringing it in the car this afternoon so that we would know where we were going (in reality, to get smoothies from a place we've been many times before). I told him he could hold on to the map and be the navigator then.
"A whatagator?" he asked (one of his new favorite games is to pretend to not understand what we just said).
"A navigator," I said.
"An alligator?" he asked.
"Sure. You can be the alligator navigator."
And then suddenly there were alligators on the map that we had to get past in order to get to the X which marked the spot.
Parenting life, you guys.
"Take the next right."
"You're sure about that?"
"Trust me. I've got the map, remember?"
"Yeah, but you also don't have your glasses."
"I don't need them - this is big print. Take the next right."
"All right, our hotel should be coming up on the left in a few blocks."
"There are literally zero buildings on the left. Do you mean the right?"
"Did I say right? No. Keep driving."
"There's nothing remotely hotel-like on the left. And it's starting to get dark. Are you sure we're in the right place?"
"Of course I'm sure! I've got the... oh."
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. You might want to do a U-turn though."
"... did you just turn the map around?!"