Groundhog's What?

Tuesday morning  I got in the car line to drop the girls off at school behind three other vehicles:

P1:  Why are we last?

Me:  Well, we're last night now, but as soon as a car gets behind us, then we won't be last any more.

(About that time I saw a car come up behind us in the parking lot.)

Me:  There is a car pulling in behind us now, so we aren't last anymore.

(As I was saying that, I realized that the car that pulled in behind us kept driving to get to a parking spot, so it was no longer behind us, but since Presley was in her carseat, and could not turn around to see that the car was not behind us any more, I did not see the point in letting her know that we were in fact last again.)

P1:  We're still last daddy.

Me:  No we're not. A car pulled in behind us. You just can't see it.

P1:  (Looking out her window at our large shadow and back searching for a shadow behind us.) Why can't I see the car's shade?

Me:  (Stunned) Um. Presley, you're a smart little girl. The car that was behind us parked, so you're right, we are last again.

The days of telling Presley white lies are few and far between. I love my little detective!