October 23, 2012 by CassieCravings
One of my very favorite parts of the day is picking Eli up from preschool. He is full of chatter about the latest circle time happenings and who had what to eat for lunch.
Yesterday afternoon, Eli was explaining at rocket speed how he and Trenton had played trains. I nodded and smiled and quietly listened as I drove.
I snapped my turning signal on.
“Nopes. Wrong way.”
“It would be the wrong way if we were heading home, but we have an errand to run.”
“Wheres we go? to ‘da new house? to see GaGa? to ‘da park? …”
“Those are all good guesses. We are going to pay a bill.”
“I don’t wanna to play ‘da tuba. I wanna to play ‘da trumpet.”
“Noted. We’re going to pay. a. bill. That means that someone provided a service. We exchange that service for money.”
“They needs a dollar? I want a dollar. MAMA! Don’ts go! ‘Dat light is red. Red stop. Green go.”
“You’re right that red is stop and green is go. I was turning right, and that’s an exception to the rule.”
“Red stop. Green go.”
“I know that’s a bit abstrac….”
“‘Tan I bes a astronaut ”
“I finds a comet. ‘Dens I eats it. CHOMP!”