Life is a highway.

Last night Josiah was talking about wanting to go see our family in Florida again. The conversation ensued as follows:

Josiah: I want to go there when my baby sister comes.

Me: Ok. Well, maybe she is coming soon.

Josiah: Oh, she's on the highway now?

Me: I don't think so, but she might be.

I love the mind of a 3 year old.