Until I get a free moment to write a proper post, here is a little taste from one of our weekend adventures...
(Yep, he got nailed. Right in the ol' kisser!)
And a short tale...
This morning Dash and I were in our front yard playing and waiting for Daddy to return from an errand. While we waited, Dash collected acorns, splashed in puddles and pointed out poo-poo (of this he is an expert!)
Finally Daddy came around the corner in his car honking his horn. He rolled down his window, while pulling up to the curb, shouted to Dash and waved. Dashy got excited and starting charging down the driveway toward Daddy, who was still in the street. Panicked, I ran after him shouting, "No! No! No!" and grabbed his arm just as he hit the edge of the driveway.
Dash thought that my panicked shouting was quite amusing. He turned and started walking down the block. Every time he got to a driveway, he would start running down it and then go, "No, no, no!" and stop right at the veeeeery edge where the driveway meets the street. (Can you say, "heartattack"?!)
Eventually this game became a little less interesting (thank goodness!) and our walk down the street became a little more relaxing (for me). Before too long Dash noticed a nice woman walking down the street towards us. He stopped in stunned disbelief, raised his hand and shouted, "No, no, no!!" while wagging his finger back and forth at her!
A little shocked, she looked at me and I explained that today we were learning about how we don't walk in the street. Being the understanding soul that she was, she said, "Oooh..." and high-tailed it out of the street and onto the sidewalk. Dash was pleased, but wanted to make sure she didn't forget the rules, so he chased her, wagging his finger, shouting, "No, no, no! No, no, no!" and then pointing to the street.
Can you believe it? What a good boy I have. I love that he is so concerned about the safety of his fellow man (and woo-man) even if his own safety is, many times, just a bothersome afterthought.