Big Thinker

Baby sat in three used vehicles today in an odyssey that carried her about 75 miles all told, or, in Rhode Island terms, incredibly way fa’. Dad elected not to take the cars for a spin but rather to sit with baby in his lap, get the feel of the vehicle, and try to keep the used-car salesman of the moment not to imagine that something good was about to happen in his life. Baby was calm during the experience, partly because she was driven home for an important pit stop with her favorite food source, mom, between used car lots.

At present, baby’s favorite activity while riding in her rear-facing car seat is gazing out the side window at the scenery rushing past backward. She was a big thinker from the day she was born, and it shows no signs of abating. I vaguely remember how mesmerizing the whoosh of the roadside could be as a boy, second in fascination only to the unfolding view seen from a train. What trains will baby (and hopefully mommy) and I go on?