Waiting in the car with children is a rare privilege. Forced to sit with the small people, who are strapped down and always a hair's breadth away from melt down, you really have to give it everything.
You sing songs.
E; "Can we please sing that song about Tinkerbells around God's throne?"
"Do I know that one?"
E: "Yes! Pastor Cowan was talking about it at church!"
You tell stories. Which of course, revolve around fairies and a prince. Every. Time.
"So once there was a sad girl who worked at Sobeys. One day, she was sorting cucumbers and she heard a voice...."
E: "She turned around and saw her prince. Eating grapes."
You talk about books.
"Isn't one of the witches good, and one of them bad or something?"
"And what does Dorothy do to the bad one?"
"Were they scary?"
T: "Yeah. Witches!"
And of course we eat candy.
And the way she says it is cute enough to carry us all the way home.