Car! Car! Car!

Okay, so maybe it sounds more like "Ka! Ka! Ka!" when I say it out loud, but my parents know what I'm saying and that's all that matters in my quest to get-what-I-want-right-now! For some reason they have become very reluctant to let me "push" the car. I know it is for riding in--and once in the while I'm in the mood to be a passive passenger--but pushing it (by the handle) imbues me with a sense of, well, of being a big kid. In the immortal words of Too Short, "I wish a was a little bit taller!*" but for now I have my dad--the human ladder.


* I also wish I was a baller -- I love balls! Especially my new bouncy plastic green ball