Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Baby You Can Drive My Car
Lyle wants to be four years old and he wants to drive.
Today after running a few errands together he asked if he could "drive". When we got home I let him clamber into the front seat and do his thing.
I took advantage of this time to clear out some trash from the back seat. When I looked up, the windshield wipers were going full-speed. His eyes were huge. "Dey wipin'! Dey wipin' all da food away!" When asked how food got on our windshield, he thought about it for a moment and then named the boy we carpool to school with. Tricky fella, that one. I'll have to watch him more closely.
I taught him how to use the CD player and radio buttons, which he seemed to understand with startling speed. He landed on a station playing Red Rain by Peter Gabriel and we jammed for a while, Lyle standing on the seat to boogie. He then changed the station to one that was playing a loud, annoying cell phone ad. He sat down slowly, listening with his head cocked to one side and said, "I yike dis one. It's boo-tiful!"
On the way into the house, proudly carrying his very own (empty) Target bag, he declared, "I a grown-up." Indeed.