I drive around town with a highly vocal, super-opinionated back seat driver.
He is two.
From his car seat, he tries to dictate our destination. He points his finger and says, “This way!!!” when he doesn’t want to go home and would rather head back into town.
He shouts, “Turn! Go library!” and then yells “Go back!!!” when we drive right past it instead.
He screams, “Play on the slide!” when we pass the church’s playground.
He wants, “Chicken nuggets” instead of a shopping trip to the grocery store.
More than anything else, he doesn’t want me to pull into the ballet studio parking lot and drop one of his sisters off for dance class. That just ruins his day.
He is a vocal little commandant, asserting his will in matters of our schedule and destination.
He is determined, loud, relentless, and emotional.
He is also not in control.
Maybe that’s the lesson…
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