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.


Becky said...

Oh Lyle, soooo cute. And personality!

Mrs. Chicken said...

I was teasing my neice and I asked her when she was planning to learn how to drive, because I was too darn tired to do it.

She said when she turns 10.

She's five now.

Christopher Tassava said...

I know a girl who thinks along exactly these lines. They would get along smashingly - and would even have matching strollers to push.

Susan said...

So sweet. Isaac loves "driving" too, and is a big fan of "the triangle button" (i.e. the hazard lights). Today's accomplishment: while at school with Jesse he became intrigued by the doughnuts and asked for a "bagel with sprinkles." That's one for the book, no?