January 7

Today we spent a lot of time in the car. Getting to school took nearly 45 minutes and driving home about an hour. We chat while driving and talk about the trucks and cars we see. Driving home I was getting frustrated with how slow everyone was driving. I know it was snowing and I am a safe driver, but we could have gone more than 35 MPH! I was talking to B about this and he just kept saying "Going slow, not fast" and I would reply yes. I would in a few minutes say out loud "WHY?", because of the speed, or lack there of, and then he would say "Why?", I would then reply "I don't know". Back and forth this went for quite some time. When we finally got up to a normal speed and I stopped complaining, the talk switched to a very common topic: car crashes. He has no concept that a car crash can hurt people or that they can be really bad. He just knows that a car gets "crashed up" and a tow truck and a police car are there to help.

But he does have first hand experience with a small crash that happened, and he talks about it ALL the time, including tonight. He retells the story of A. (Mimi"s 16 year old son) and how he "crash Mimi's car". Tonight he was telling me how A. crashed Mimi's car and how he was "mad" and "stomping his feet". He went to talk about how Mimi's car hurt, we saw A. at car crash, and how we drove Mimi to car crash. He repeated over and over how A. was "mad" and "stomping his feet", he would say this with with such vigor and enthusiasm he would even raise he little fists up and punch the air. It was pretty funny seeing his little hands shoot up in the air in the rear view mirror.

B. telling of the story and injecting his thoughts of how A. felt (I assume, and only assume, that A. was indeed mad, but did not stomp his feet) is so sweet. The stories he retells and the emotion he puts in them is just wonderful. I love listening to him talk about things that have happened or about what he is playing with at the moment. His vocabulary is expanding everyday, it is just amazing. He says words that I don't even realize he knows or let alone heard.