Now, whenever we get into the car, Bean becomes the world’s tiniest, most assertive backseat driver. He barks out orders as we drive.
“This way, Momma!” or “That way, Momma!” he’ll say, pointing where he wants me to drive.
When I end up going a different direction, he acts like I have personally insulted him by not taking his advice. Typical male.
The thing that kind of impresses me about this new Garmin-esque Bean is that in the mornings when we are driving to school, he knows just how to get to the interstate from our house. The first morning he did it, I thought it was just a coincidence that he was “this way-ing” and “that way-ing” the right way, but every morning he repeats the directions to me, always leading me right to the interstate.
The things that Bean picks up on during the course of the day-to-day activities of our family never ceases to amaze me. And I love that now he’s learning the words to be able to tell me that he knows our routine. Child development is such a crazy, cool thing.