Car talk

I think my favorite time to talk with Baby B is when I’m driving and she’s my only passenger. I love our exchange of questions about each other’s days:

Baby B: “Were you at work?”

Me: “Yes, I was at work. Did you get to play on the playground today?”

Baby B: “Yes, uh-cuz it was pretty outside and our teachers took us to dee playground.”

And I love how she quizzes me on the things we see around us, almost as much as I quiz her:

Me: “Do you see anything green right now?”

Baby B: “Your shirt is green! Do you see any trucks right now, Mommy?”

Me: “Actually, yes I do! Right over there!”

And I love using this time to talk about things that are going to happen:

Me: “Do you know who is coming over on Friday?”

Baby B: “[The Sitter]?” (She uses her actual name.)

Me: “That’s right! She’s going to play with you, and eat dinner with you, and put you to bed. That sounds fun. Would you like that?”

Baby B: “Sure! Does [The Sitter] have a baby?”

Me: “No, she doesn’t have a baby of her own. But that’s why she wants to come over and play with you!”

Baby B: “Does she have her own car?”

Me: “Yep, she has her own car. She’s a grown-up like Mommy and Daddy.”

Baby B (impressed): “OH!”

But one of the best parts about our car talk is when I glide into the garage or a parking space and she says, totally unprompted, “Great driving, Mommy!”

I like to think she’s talking not just about my driving skills but also the conversation that got us from point A to point B.