It has begun.
Oliver is 2 years and 4 months old. And he has just discovered, “why?” We’ve had a few “whys,” over the past week or so. And today “why,” really was on fire.
I picked him up from nursery this afternoon and we have a bit of a routine. Oliver will climb into the driver’s seat while I strap the baby back into his seat. Once baby is secured, I take Oliver out of the driving seat and pop him into his car seat in the back.
At least that’s how it usually goes.
Today, I strapped baby in and went to pick Oliver up. He was pretending to drive:
Our conversation went a bit like this:
“Come on, Oliver! Time to get you in your seat.”
“No… Oliver drive home!”
“You can’t drive home, Oliver. Mummy drives.”
“Why?”
“Because… well, because you’re too little.”
“I’m a big boy.”
“But you’re not big enough to drive.”
“Why?”
“Because you have to be a grown up.”
“Why?”
And on it went…
I eventually settled on bribery.
“Why don’t you get in your car seat and then you can play with your toy cars while Mummy drives?”
“Ok.”
And so it begins… 😉
