It always amuses me when the kids try to say or do grownup stuff. Like when Sabrina or Max clomp around in my shoes or try one of my hats on; when Dave puts Max in the driver's seat and Max pretends to steer the car; or when Sabrina has a word with telemarketers who call.
Over the weekend, we were at my sister Judy's new apartment, it's in a New York City high-rise. She had a balcony, and Max was mesmerized by watching the traffic below. Remember, the kid is obsessed with anything that moves. He's not used to seeing taxis, though, and he was fascinated. We went out for ice-cream that night, and whenever we walked passed someone who'd hailed a cab, Max made a dash for it and attempted to climb in.
That is when I decided it would be fun to teach him to raise his hand (good use of his arm muscles) and say "Taxi!" (good speech therapy). And I did. Max can now hail a taxi! Dave wasn't willing to take one around the block just for kicks, but you can bet next time we're in New York, I'm letting Max hail a taxi and we are going for a joy ride.
Next, I plan to teach him how to cook. And then I am going to show Sabrina how to do our taxes.
What sort of grownup stuff do your kids do that makes you smile?
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