"See all of those cars in front of us? We have to stop because they stopped. It's called traffic."
She looks out the window at the cars. "Come on, dude. Let's go." I have no idea where she gets this stuff
Soon we are moving again. The Nugget doesn't miss a thing while we're driving anymore. "Red light, Momma! We stop at red lights." "Yellow light, Momma. Why didn't you slow down?" "Oh, no! That was a stop sign, Daddy! You were supposed to stop!"
No more rolling stops for us. The cops are actually in the car with us now. Just in the form of a very bossy and rule-oriented three year old.
Why did we teach her the colors. And WHY, for the love of all that is holy, did we teach her what they mean?
It makes me smile, though. Sometimes it makes me laugh out loud. She's looking, she's listening, she's learning. She draws her own conclusions, sometimes very misguided ones, but sometimes, as in most traffic situations, maddeningly on target.
The hardest part about having this new little back seat driver on board is the fact that I am going to have to find some new role in the family. I thought that was my role.