Wednesday, August 18, 2010

A Conversation with Beck (2.5)

Yesterday I had a conversation with Beck that went like this. (He was riding on the end of the shopping cart as I exited Target.)

Beck: Go fast.

Me: OK

B: NOOO! Go slow. Go fast. Go slow. Go fast. Go slow. Go fast. GOOOOO SLOWWWW!

M: Time to get in the car.

B: (sobbing) I wanted to go fast.

M: We went fast, buddy.

B: I wanted to go slow!

M: We went slow, too.

B: (having an absolute fit as I buckle him in the car) NO! I wanted to go fast.

M: (I'm not talking any more because there is no point.)

B: I wanted to gooooo fast.

M: Look! There's a police car! (Anything to divert him.)

B: Where?

M: (Driving really slow) The police car is right there. (Pointing) Just look out your window. (Driving past now)

B: Where's the police car?

M: Back there in the shade.

B: Where's the police car?

M: Back there in the shade.

B: Where's the police car?

M: (Wishing I hadn't said anything about the freakin' police car) Way back there in the shade. It's really cool that we saw the police car!

B: Where's the police car?

M: Back there. We're almost home now and you can get that drink you wanted.

B: I want a DRINK! Can I have juice?

M: You can have cold water from the fridge.

B: I want a drink.

M: LOOK! We're home!

I hate to state the obvious, but conversations with Beck are exhausting.


1 comment:

Sandy White said...

LOL!!! Man, this sounds almost identical to my conversations with Lewis right now. He is basically a broken record in the car asking "bus, bus, bus, bus..." or "tractor, tractor, tractor..." as I desperately look out the window trying to find the next one (and sometimes taking my eyes off the road...if I get in a wreck because I'm looking for a dang tractor...). And then as soon as we pass it, he's like "More? More?" (you never win) The joys of having a toddler!