Each day I pick up the Things at preschool/daycare and the ride home is no more than 15 minutes, but the conversations are priceless. Thing 2 is very excited to tell me about his day. Any random thought that pops into his head is expressed.
Every sentence starts the same way with “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” He will keep saying “Daddy” until I acknowledge him with either a “yes”, or by turning around to look at him.
Today, I tried not responding just to see how many times he would say my name. I counted 9 Daddy’s before I finally said “yes”. To get an idea what that is like, say this out loud: Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Now do that for 15 minutes, the length of our ride.
Here is the gist of our conversation today.
Daddy. Daddy. I just saw a stop sign.
Daddy. Daddy. Look at this. I turn around and he is pointing to a nail on his big toe which needs to be clipped.
Daddy. Daddy. I went potty 4 times today.
Daddy. Daddy. Look at that dog. A bear is going to eat the dog. Then a tiger will come and eat the bear. Then a dragon will eat the tiger. See more on Thing 2’s fascination with dragons.
Daddy. Daddy. My boo boo is gone. He had a tiny scrape on his knee that’s been gone for at least a month or two.
Daddy. Daddy. Watch this. He is lifting one eyebrow like this.
This goes on with Thing 2 for the entire ride home. All the while, Thing 1 sits in the way-back of the minivan, carrying on his own conversation with me. Both are oblivious to the other’s talking. I have discovered I have the ability to have two simultaneous conversations. And, while these two conversations are happening, Thing 3 cycles between babbling, giggling, and crying.
Someday I will install a video camera in the car to capture it all on tape.
Been there! Back again! Feel you pain/joy! They’re so funny.