Bunny is bossy.
Bunny is opinionated.
Bunny is a back seat driver.
When she was little, I would narrate everything I did, especially while driving. "Mommy is stopping at the stop sign. We always stop at the stop sign."
As she got older and started to go on walks to the park and around the neighborhood, we explained the rules of the road. Stop signs mean stop. Red lights mean stop. When the light turns green the cars can go. And so on.
Bunny thought it was pretty cool. She loved to point out the stop signs in the neighborhood. She loved watching the lights turn colors, from green to yellow to red and back to green.
But then, as children are often wont to do, she flipped it all around on me. Now when we get in the car, I have to follow the rules of the road closely or she's on me like a hawk.
"Momma, you have to stop at the stop sign."
"Momma, the light is red, stop now."
"Momma, the light is green, why aren't you driving."
"Momma, you are going to fast."
"Momma, you are going to slow."
"Momma, are you sure this is the way to Ama's house. This doesn't look like the way. Are we lost?"
"Momma, are you sure you don't want me to drive? I think I can drive better than you."
Okay maybe she didn't say the last one, but it sure feels like it. And only 12 more years before I can nag her about the way she drives.
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Monday, August 24, 2009
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