the penna turnpike at dawn

Driving across Pennsylvania at some god-awful hour this morning, drifting between conversations with my brother and the restless sleep of a road trip passenger, I noted (as I do every time I'm on that road) that the Pennsylvania Turnpike is signed as the Penna Turnpike. Always struck me as odd. Arrived at my brother's around 6:30am and wandered into the guest room while my brother curled up on the couch. I was rewarded for my off-schedule journey by a huge, excited grin when my 2 1/2 year old niece first saw me. I'm now a double-aunt with both a lovable "shortie" niece and an eleven day old munchkin. I am even now amazed at how my sister-in-law keeps up with them. One day and I'm already exhausted (although I've only had 3-4 hours of car sleep since 5:30 Monday morning).
I guess I just wanted to remark on the wisdom of small children. Emma told me that the leaves which were littering the sidewalk should go back to the trees. I tried to explain how deciduous trees lose their leaves every year and grow new ones in the spring, but she wouldn't agree. Finally I asked her how the leaves were supposed to get back on the trees. She turned to me and said, "They could use ladders," and then waited patiently as I put her in the car seat and we headed off to buy milk.



