Last night I was doing dishes and cleaning up while Gus was outside playing by himself. Every few minutes called out, “Mommy, will you come play with me when you’re done?”
I had promised him some quality mommy playtime so after I dried the last dish I headed outside to join him. He had his cars spread out everywhere. He greeted me with a smile and handed me two cars immediately.
“Okay, mommy, okay mommy, these are your cars. We’re playing cars.” He instructed.
I plopped down next to him. I started pushing my car and racing my car around.
“No, mommy!” He yelled. “That’s not what we’re playing!”
I was confused. “I thought we were playing cars??”
“We are playing parking spot.” He said with attitude.
“Show me how to play that.”
He was more than happy to comply. He grabbed cars and began zooming them around frantically, yelling, “Hurry! Hurry! Find the parking spot! There it is! Get it! Oh no! That’s not a parking spot! It’s red!”
I burst out laughing and joined in on finding a parking spot. Instead of having your traditional car race, we raced our cars around in search of a parking spot. The game was complete with a tow truck. I have a smart kid. I mean how could we play find a parking spot without a tow truck? After we parked our cars, we promptly towed them.
There’s no question my son has been born and raised in L.A. I’m pretty sure the sight words he recognizes are not “to, the, and, or,” but rather “No Parking” and “2 Hour Parking.” He knows all too well what it’s like to walk to the car after playing at the park and discover your car is no longer there (that one was daddy’s fault). He’s been on a field trip to Hollywood Tow impound lot. He enjoyed it, but I wouldn’t recommend it as a first choice activity. It’s a bit expensive for a field trip that doesn’t include Mickey Mouse.
According to my babysitter, the last time she watched Gus they decided to play with his kitchen. While he was cooking for his daddy he instructed, “We have to put protein in it.”
Where’s you kid from?