We forget, as we banter back and forth, that he is listening, observing, processing. More and more, he uses words as a viable form of communication, forming short sentences and questions: “Daddy go?” Using adjectives in his typical, almost-2-year-old directives: “Red socks, Mommy!” It fascinates me—how he’s learned just by listening to us.
On this particular morning he hears the discussion he’s heard many times before; the one that’s become a family joke: Mommy reminding Daddy to wear his seatbelt in the truck on the drive to work.
Daddy and the two older kiddos pull out of the drive—Spud and I waving as the taillights pull away. And suddenly, for him, it clicks (no pun intended): “Seat belt, Daddy,” he shouts. I am astonished—he’s never said “seat belt” before or given an inclination that he knows what it is; we deliver the message via cell phone instead. And now, Spud has a new way to join in the family joshing every morning as he reminds Daddy to stay safe.
If you haven’t seen the following video, it’s a good seatbelt reminder if you don’t have a 2-year-old to shout it out: (Kleenex optional!)