Annie-ism

Driving home from Sunday dinner at Greg's parents house, we were nearing our neighborhood so Greg changed into the right lane. Annie piped up, "We are almost home, so we have to change aisles!" "That's right Annie, we're almost to our neighborhood, so Daddy changed lanes," I said, subtly correcting the term. "Yep," she said, "we had to change aisles . . . oh look, now we're on the aisle that goes to our house!"