Alex is getting big. Really big. He has now outgrown his infant car seat and needed a new “convertible” car seat that can be either forward or backward facing. After much discussion we decided Alex would inherit Cole’s seat and Cole would get a new seat.
The big day finally arrived and with it, the new seat. Daddy installed the seat in the car. The next morning Cole was told he had a surprise. After breakfast, Daddy took Cole to the garage for his first peak of the new seat and began talking it up. “You have a new seat. It’s red! It’s a racing seat! It’s a super, super fast seat! It’s so fast! Want to sit in it?
“No,” Cole said.
“No?”
“No, I don’t want a new seat.”
And with that, we headed inside and Daddy left for work. We got ready for our day and a few hours later we were leaving to take Cole to school (Kindering). After loading Alex, it was Cole’s turn.
“I don’t go,” he moaned. “No, I don’t go. I don’t sit.”
“Cole, what’s wrong? You don’t like your seat? We need to go to school.” I proceeded to lift him up and begin wrestling him in to the new (with tags still on) red, racing seat.
A small, plaintive voice. “Mommy, go slow.”
“What Baby?”
“Go slow Mommy. I don’t go fast.”
“Ok Buddy, I’ll go slow. And you’ll go slow in your red racing seat. It won’t go fast today.”
“Ok,” was his reply.
We forget sometimes how literal he is!
