Since getting the new van, Malachi has been sitting relatively far from the driver's seat, thus missing out on most of the action on the road ahead. On last Tuesday I took him to the doctor for his 3-year old checkup. Since it was just me and him, I took the car and he had a much better view out the front window. He talked almost non-stop. Here are just some of the phrases that came out of his mouth:
"Don't crash into those cars, Mommy."
"Stay out of the trees, Mommy." (They were quite far away off the road)
(At a red light) "Wait for that car to go first."
"We need to go way up there."
And then the statement that had me ready to put a lid on it:
"Slow down, you're driving too fast!"
Of course, as he would have it, he was perfectly quiet and wouldn't say a single word to the doctor. I promised her that he is talking very well. He also would not jump, nor stand on his toes for her. I was thankful that he at least stood on the scale and against the wall for a measurement. What a nerd!