Dax is a backseat driver. Seriously. He can frequently be heard shouting directions from the back seat as I'm driving. Sometimes it is to tell me "Go right here. I want to go to the bookstore." Sometimes it is to make sure that I understand that a red light means stop.
Yesterday I was approaching an intersection and, when I was about a block away, the light turned red. From the back seat I heard Dax blasting like a tiny foghorn, "Stooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!" I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that he was also, quite helpfully, giving me the universal signal for "stop" by sticking one chubby hand out in front of him. The whole block as I slowed with traffic he continued to yell stop. And then, just as luck would have it, the light turned green before I could actually come to a full stop so he suddenly started chanting, "GO! GO! GO! GO!"
How did I ever manage to drive before he entered such a useful stage in his development?
Today we were fortunate to miss all the red lights and because he was denied the opportunity to prove himself much smarter than his mommy he had to find alternate means to show off his smarts.
"Mommy! Who made that pattern?" He pointed out the front window as he quizzed me. I looked ahead and I could see a thick contrail stretching across the sky. Before I could say anything he said, "An airplane made it. He crossed the sky." Apparently Cat had taught him about vapor trails awhile ago and he remembered it.
I'm always so surprised by what he knows. Please tell me that never ends because it so much fun to be surprised in such a pleasant way.
Posted by michelle at July 17, 2007 07:01 PMI think Coffee could TOTALLY use Dax to help him with the driving. I'm just, um, sayin'.. :)
Posted by: Violet at July 18, 2007 06:42 AM