When Grammy called late last night to let us know where they were in their long journey home, the first story that popped into her mind about the trip was Connor's newest trick, which he had been practicing just moments before the call. She tells us we may think Aunt Lynn for this one. Thanks, we guess.
Apparently, Connor has learned that long-standing travel tradition of little boys of how to get a semi-truck driver to honk his BIG horn as he drives past. My son has long been fascinated by trucks, big ones in particular, so this really comes as no surprise. He had apparently, with Aunt Lynn's help, gotten four or five semi-trucks to cooperate in the last few hours, and was quite proud of himself that the last one had been done all on his own.
"I did it, Mommy," he said. I could hear his little voice piping up from the backseat even through the cell phone. "Truck go beep, beep!"
Just imagine how much fun our traveling is going to be now. We live right next to the interstate, and hop on it quite frequently even to get across town, and always when we're visiting both sets of grandparents.
Lucky for Mommy, the windows on the back of my Tahoe are pretty dark. Perhaps he won't be lucky EVERY time he tries it in my truck, as he surely was sitting high in the backseat of a car without tinted windows. Fun times.
