Rogue Goats

So, today we went to meet Jason for lunch. We try to do this once a week during the summer as a fun treat for all, but due to vacations, and other things, we just haven't made it there until today. On the way there, we have the option to drive over a dam. That has always been Bebe's favorite part and she always asks if we can take the dam.

Well, this time was no different, except she kept saying "the dock". It took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about. So here's how the conversations in the van went:

Me: Okie dokie! Are we ready to go meet Dad for lunch?

Both: Yeah!

Me: Alright! Let's go.

Mamu: I yant (want) motorcycle mans, trash truck, mixer truck.

Bebe: Ok Mamu, we'll see what we see. Look out your window.

(This is usually what goes on every time we get in the car. Mamu makes a list of what he hopes /wants / demands to see on his ride in the car.)

Me: How do we want to go today?

Bebe: Over the dock!

Me: Huh?

Bebe: You know, the dock!

Me: Umm, honey, I think the last dock you visted was about 2 years ago at family reunion in Kentucky. Are you sure that's what you're talking about?

Mamu: Motorcycle Man! (Check one off the list!)

Bebe: Um, well, you know, the thing we drive over to go to see Dad for lunch?
Me: You mean the dam?
Bebe: Yes! The dam!

Me: Ok - we'll drive over the dam.

A few minutes later:
Me: Ok guys! We're about to go over the dam! Everyone look out Mamu's window for boats!

Bebe: Maaaaa. Maa. Maaaaa.

Me: I said "Buh, buh, Boats; not goats"

Bebe: OH.

The rest of our trip was pretty normal for us; no rouge goats on the lake and only turned on the wrong street once (which is great!). And since I failed at getting any pictures because my camera was sitting all by it's lonesome on the counter, here's a flash from the past:

Guess where we were exactly 2 years ago?