A couple of hours later, we returned to the garage and Granddad asked, "Where are we parked?"
"Six!"
Cool.
A couple of months ago, I'd taken Q to see SwingDaddy's bike race at the track, and we were leaving between two sets of races. I was hurrying a bit, hoping that he wouldn't notice that SwingDaddy wasn't leaving with us, so I was walking a little ahead of him. I turned right as I approached the parking lot from the sidewalk. A small voice piped up behind me.
"Mama?"
He had toddled left, towards the car. He looked at me quizzically and pointed at it.
Thanks, dude.





5 comments:
Wow, now that is a smart boy. I think it sounds like an an excellent tracking system. I really hope B is like that because most days I'm lucky if I remember where I put the keys.
Can he come over and help me? I always forget where I park and I have to set off the alarm for a hint.
How embarrassing.
Yeah, it's so handy already. I hope that he picks up other useful skills. Maybe he can go to work for me soon?
That's awesome! He obviously pays attention to details and has a great memory.
Maybe if all parking lots were equipped with maps that included pictures of sea life you may be more inclined to remember where you parked. ;)
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