The Whee

Wyatt is currently obsessed with the garbage truck. He loves it when I take him outside to watch the garbage truck picking up the cans and dumping them. He asks every day to go watch "ga-tuk! ga tuk!" and I tell him the garbage truck only comes on Tuesdays and Fridays. So anytime I mention ANY day of the week, like telling DH "Oh I have an appointment Monday.", Wyatt whips around and says "GA-TUK!" and I have to say "No, garbage truck comes on Tuesday and Friday, not Monday." and he says "Uh-huh" or "O-tay". LOL.

Last night, we went for our nightly walk and he wanted to go in the opposite direction than we usually go. We walked down about a block and he stopped when he got to the speed bump, or as he calls it, the "whee". He then said "Whee!" and I thought he wanted to walk on the whee, so I took his hand and we walked out in the road... he looked at me and said "No. Cars. Whee." "You want to watch a car go over the whee?" "Uh-huh". So luckily we live on a pretty busy street. We waited a minute or so until a car came and drove over the speed bump. Wyatt said "WHEE! Again! Again!"

So we ended up sitting at the end of the neighbor's driveway right next to the speed bump watching cars go over it for... 30 minutes. That's right. A 2-year old boy sat patiently and waited for cars to come by for 30 minutes. And then didn't want to leave! I finally got up and said "OK, one more and we have to go." When the next car came, I said "Ok, Wyatt that's enough of the whee." He looked up at me, patted the ground next to him and said "No, mama. Sit. Sit. Wait."


Crystal