Several weeks ago, Luke stuffed 3 paper clips and a pair of earrings into the CD player of the Silver Bullet (aka: our van). Surprisingly enough, this damaged the amplifier and it no longer produces sound. Now, I am generally an optimistic person. I tried to think positively about this new turn of events. These thoughts went something like, "oh, good, now I'll have time to think in the car. I won't have the distraction of the radio, I might even consider a little prayer time".
Ha! Luke has taken this opportunity to torture his captive audience. He talks every single second that he is in that car.
So, being the blogger that I am, perhaps I will document some of these conversations...
Luke threw I gigantic tantrum today because he wasn't allowed to take his friend's toy back to our house. Did I mention this is a gynormous Lightnin' McQueen car that talks when you push the buttons? Luke adores the little red car and simply must have every one that he encounters. He would not leave that house without the car. After I pried it from his grip and forced him out the door, the negotiating began.
"Can I have that Lightnin' McQueen car, mama? That's Luke's car, that's not Reilly's car, that's my car, that car's going to my house, it's not staying at Reilly's house, can I have that car? Can I stay here? I WANNA STAY AT REILLY'S HOUSE!!"
"We don't take our friend's toys." (said forcefully, with teeth gritted, while manipulating his resistant body into his car seat)"I WANT LIGHTNIN' MCQUEEN! THAT'S MY CAR!"
"Listen, if you give away all of your binkies (pacifiers) then I will buy that car for you." "What did you say, mama?"
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If you say goodbye to all of your binkies and never use them again, you may have that car.""Never use my binkies again? Throw them away?"
"Yes, throw them away, never again, no more binkies.""Oh, mama, you are such a funny girl." (boyish, 3 year old laughter)
Yes. Yes, I am.
Luke is careful about keeping all the details of his busy little life in order. This includes knowing everyone's name and where they live. In an effort to keep his extended family carefully labeled, we call my grandmothers "Grandma great". I grew up with both of these wonderful women spending a portion of their summers at our house. But in recent years, their paths have not crossed very often. So, this was another enjoyable moment for our family...TWO Grandma-greats together again.
Andy meets my dad's mother, great-Grammie McCahan. Although he was rather oblivious and more interested in wandering around the house than posing for a photo, this was a treat for me. I don't think I had the opportunity to meet my great grandparents. This is definitely one for the scrapbook. 
