Lately Ellen has been very insistent on carrying the keys for me when we go out to the car. Insistent here means if I don't hand over the keys, she may scream, cry, stamp her feet, stand in front of the door so we can't leave, refuse to walk, or run down the hall to her bed and bury her face in her pillow. I know that doesn't sound like my model-citizen child at all, but it has been known to happen.
So I usually let her carry the keys. Then one day she walked over to the car, unlocked the doors, opened the front driver's side door, popped the trunk, went around to the trunk, opened the trunk, got out a bottle of water, carried it around to the driver's side and dropped it into the cup holder, inserted the keys in the ignition . . .
And at this point I was finished buckling Jack into his car seat and realized what she was doing. Ellen doesn't know how to start the car yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. Maybe I won't let her carry the keys so often. Talk about 2 going on 16!
Jack likes to carry the keys, too. He likes the way they jingle when he shakes them, and how they jingle in the wind that still surprises him and takes his breath away. He also likes it if, when we get to the car, I hold him even with the lock so he can insert the car key (yes, he knows which one it is) into the lock . . .
And just a side note about the photo from our day at the park: yes, Ellen is wearing a dress and pants. Note how well the pastel purple and flowered pants go with the larger floral print and brighter colors of the dress. She carefully selected and put the pants on herself. It was a little chilly that day, so that shows some real foresight on her part.
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