Oct 042007
So sometimes when we’re getting ready to go somewhere, Boy asks if he can ‘plug in keys’ to the car. Normally, that’s not a big deal. He sits in the seat, pushes the keys to the Element into the ignition and then pretends to drive, sliding his hands around the steering wheel. So when he asked to ‘plug in keys’ last week, we didn’t think much of it. Hand Boy the keys. He picks out the big black key and sticks it in the slot. Then he turns the key and starts the car up, looking up at me with a sweet smile, as though it’s no big deal.
Yikes.
Note to self… don’t do that anymore.
