As our toddlers grow up and begin to analyze everything we as parents get to find fun and interesting ways of how to explain these new experiences to our children. The past couple of days my SUV has been at the dealer because the airbag light came on and decided it wasn’t going to go off. Considering that I am driving around with a toddler in the car the last thing I need to have happen is for an airbag to explode into my face. So…off to the dealer Princeton went. (Yes, my car is named Princeton and there is a very long story about why and I’m not getting in to it today!)
Brian and I headed up to the dealer to drop off the car. Reagan loves “her” car Princeton! It has leather seats (although she has not experienced them yet) two sun roofs, a basket of all her necessities including sun glasses, snacks and books and her ever important “Elmo” or the built in DVD player. On the way to the car dealer Reagan falls asleep. It was about 5pm when we headed out and she had been swimming twice earlier and played really hard and only took a 45 minute nap. So she found herself catnapping in the car.
When we arrived Brian and I weren’t quite sure what to do. We had to transfer her car seat to his car so we could take her home. We weren’t very well going to leave her at GMC! He opens up her door and she isn’t budging. Drool is spiraling down the corner of her mouth. “I’m pretty sure I can just lift her and the car seat out together and transfer her over,” Brian said. Without hesitation he starts unhooking the safety latches, grabs the car seat with Reagan passed out in it and pulls it out of the car. She didn’t move! He had her safety strapped in within a minute and she never even blinked!
After Brian took care of the paperwork we decided to head to dinner. We were going to have to wake Reagan up anyway so she wouldn’t have an issue sleeping through the night. We got out at the restaurant and I gently pulled Reagan out of the car. She woke up as she heard a plane overhead. She looked at me, looked at her surroundings, looked at Dad, looked at his car, looked at her car seat in his car and back again. You could see her mentally trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and how did she miss it all?
“Daddy car,” she said to me weary eyed. ” Where mama car?” It was crazy to see how quickly she had figured it out. How was I going to explain this to her?
“Mama’s car is at the doctor honey. It’s broken.” I hope that worked.
“Broken, mama car broken. At doctor.” She understood. Awesome! It got me thinking about how the next few years were going to go as she is starting to understand so much and now that she is becoming more analytical about it Brian and I are having fun thinking of ways to explain these new experiences to her. Reagan understood that the car was at the doctor and that’s why she wasn’t in it. Granted, the ride home was interesting as she kept asking for “Elmo” (her DVD player) and since Brian’s car doesn’t have one we had to continually repeat to her that the car is at the doctor.