The Internet is filled with stories about creepy things that little children have said or done. A lot of those stories have to do with kids pointing at dark corners and talking about people they see standing there. Or are about kids "remembering" a previous life.
Today, this happened to us.
Let me explain about the things that the Noodle thinks are endlessly awesome this week:
1.) Anything she can "count" (Ooone! Twooo! Fouur!)
2.) Trams ("Choo-choo train")
3.) Busses ("BAAAHS")
4.) Airplanes ("Airpwane!")
Noodle does not care about cars, I guess because there are so many of them. They're background noise, like walls and sidewalks and grass.
Except this evening. Noodle, Alex and I were walking home from the nearby dim sum place and decided to stop off at the gas station because we needed cat food. Noodle was in her stroller. As we were leaving the gas station she started whooping and hooting about the cars.
"Anschauen!" she said, pointing wildly. "Anschauen!" (That means to look at something).
We ignored her and kept walking, but she squirmed out of her stroller. She handed her father her blanket and her pacifier, which is unheard of. She grabbed my hand. "Car. Auto. Anschauen," she said, and led me back into the station.
I thought we were heading for the modest gold Mercedes that was getting gas. Nope. The Volkswagen? No. The girl was focused. We walked past all the pumps and into the back, where a row of cars were being serviced.
And walked directly up to the nicest car in the place, which was a family-friendly black Porsche. One like this:
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| This photo has no relation to this post. #TBWhateverday |
Today, this happened to us.
Let me explain about the things that the Noodle thinks are endlessly awesome this week:
1.) Anything she can "count" (Ooone! Twooo! Fouur!)
2.) Trams ("Choo-choo train")
3.) Busses ("BAAAHS")
4.) Airplanes ("Airpwane!")
Noodle does not care about cars, I guess because there are so many of them. They're background noise, like walls and sidewalks and grass.
Except this evening. Noodle, Alex and I were walking home from the nearby dim sum place and decided to stop off at the gas station because we needed cat food. Noodle was in her stroller. As we were leaving the gas station she started whooping and hooting about the cars.
"Anschauen!" she said, pointing wildly. "Anschauen!" (That means to look at something).
We ignored her and kept walking, but she squirmed out of her stroller. She handed her father her blanket and her pacifier, which is unheard of. She grabbed my hand. "Car. Auto. Anschauen," she said, and led me back into the station.
I thought we were heading for the modest gold Mercedes that was getting gas. Nope. The Volkswagen? No. The girl was focused. We walked past all the pumps and into the back, where a row of cars were being serviced.
And walked directly up to the nicest car in the place, which was a family-friendly black Porsche. One like this:
Noodle marched past the lady in a smock who had been waxing the car, and who had turned around because she thought we needed help. My one year old put her hands on her hips and spent a few moments staring at the car from the front, and then walked around to the side. She was nodding.
The front doors were open. Noodle had a look at the seats. Finally she pointed. "This is nice," she said. "'Snice, Mommy."
Her hands went back on her hips. And then she just stood there, nodding, with a little face that said she knows good work when she sees it. And then she cried when I made her leave.
It was the most absurd thing I've ever seen. Where does she get this stuff from?
The only explanation, of course, is that she is the reincarnation of a chubby banker who is having a half-hearted mid-life crisis but whose spouse won't let her (see what I did there? 10 points!) get the really cool car.
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| I see luxury vehicles. |
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