And It Begins

Rollie says, "Mama watch. Get mark. Get set. GO!" and drives his trucks in a circle through the living room, into the hall, around the kitchen, through the dining room, and back into the living room. "Again," he says.

I am busy doing other things and mutter "uh-huh," without really looking at what he is doing. He will not be denied. He runs past me, pushing the truck, looking me fiercely in the eye, growling, "SEEEE ITTT!"

It appears we are in the "Look Ma, no hands!" portion of the parenting experience. I am thinking this one lasts about, oh, 25 more years or so. . . .