I spent this weekend traversing the finer country that is Missouri to visit my sister, brother-in-law and new, fresh-out-of-the-womb nephew, Noah. I made the journey with just a back-pack, iPod and my trusty ball-of-fire to keep me company.
Oh Good GAWD...
Traveling with a three-year-old is trying. We had to stop multiple times just to let him out to run around. More than an hour of sitting frays his nerves.
And there is something about the car that tricks his bowels into working overtime. In fact before we left the house, I asked him several times if he had to potty. Again and again, he said no. We made it through the drive-thru at Starbucks, six blocks from my house, when he annouced he had to poop and RIGHT NOW!
He desperately wanted to return to the house to do the deed, but I knew that I would never get him out again so I made him use a (gasp!) public restroom. Luckily we visit that Starbucks often enough that he was more comfortable with that suggestion.
When we finally got on the road, I noticed that he has a new trick. Everytime I sped up, he would make car sounds ala' vrooooommmmmmm. When I stepped on the brake, screeeeccchhhh, errrrggghhhhhh. On and on he kept making this noises in tandum with my driving. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Son, where did you learn to make those noises?"
"That's a car noise, mommy."
"I know, sweetie, but where did you learn them?"
"From Jesus." I should have guessed that one.
"Why do you keep making them while mommy is driving?"
He ponders for a minute. "Because you drive crazy!!"
Great, not only is he driving me batty with noises, he's turning into his father right before my eyes.
Well shit.
2 comments:
Your "Jesus stories" give me the chills. My nephew has started telling his mom that he sees Jesus quite often and he talks to his great-grandma also. Do you think that is a sign?
A sign that he sees dead people? Maybe! I'm hoping that the ball of fire is just weird.
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