Not me! And not my Hubby. It is Tater. He now has decided that he should tell me which direction to turn and when to go and stop. Part of this is my fault for encouraging him to talk to me while driving. I had no idea that teaching him left/right/straight ahead. Green means go, Red means stop and all those other little things would create such a monster!
Maybe he wouldn’t be such a monster if he didn’t have an excellent sense of direction. He knows which way to the train tracks. It doesn’t matter where we are at, he knows which way to turn to get there. The turkey. He loves trains right now. And he thinks if we go to the train tracks we will see a train. No matter how many times I tell him that I have no control over when a train is coming and there may not be a train… he still wants to go to the train tracks. Would you have thought a 2 ½ year old would have such a wonderful sense of direction? Not me.
And I have to go to the library this week. It's in the general direction of the train tracks, but still a mile or two away. I wonder what he's going to tell me today?
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