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:
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!
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