Today in the car, I was driving slowly, so, as I often do, I reached my right hand back and held it out for Noah, who took it in his hand and held it and then dropped it, grabbed it again, dropped it, grabbed it again. Toying with my heart, this child, I thought. He loves it when I beg for his attention.
But then, "Mommy... you can't... you should just drive. You should keep both your hands on the wheel." And there it was, more sage advice from my three year old. His hand holding hesitation a mere attempt to give me the opportunity to make the right decision before he had to make it for me. I laughed and told him he was right and in my head, I cringed at myself a little and said, 'Damn girl, Noah is right."