(I got to play with Sophie, age 2, the whole time I was in Colorado. She is extremely cute, and this four part series will demonstrate that.)
While we were driving, Sophie decided it was essential that she have the umbrella that was sitting on the floor of the car, which she could of course not reach.
Sophie: “Mommy! I want that!”
The obvious “get out of jail free” answer to this request is, “Sorry, I’m driving.”
Sophie adopted an indignant expression, pointed at me in the passenger seat, and said, almost exasperatedly, “What’s that? Ben get it!”
As in, “Uhh, hello? What else is he there for? Duh!”
Sorry, Sophie. We hadn’t thought of that.
Giving an umbrella to a child in a moving car can’t be a good idea. (Unless it’s a convertible and it’s raining, in which case put her behind the wheel because the adults are idjits.) On the other hand, maybe she likes the sound of screaming.
Well, that’s why the “I can’t get it, I’m driving” answer should have worked well. I had to fall back on, “Uhh… I can’t reach it!”