Too close for comfort.

The third day of school, S came home and told me that she had invited a girl named Gina to our birthday party.  It mattered not to S that it was September, that her birthday isn't until February and that we don't have an official party planned. 

She told me she had given Gina directions to our house.  I asked her to recount those directions and here were her exact words,

"Turn out of the school driveway and head down toward the Blue Route.  Turn this way (motioning right) until you pass the police station.  Turn this way (motioning left) until you see our neighborhood.  Turn into our neighborhood and when you see our van in the driveway, you are here!" 

Pretty close, pretty darn close, little lady.