The other day driving home from work/daycare/preschool, I heard a voice in the backseat.
“I spy something with my little I that starts with t,” my son said.
I was thrilled to hear this. You see, since my sister could talk -- actually probably before that -- I was the queen of car games. I mastered many and invented many more as a child.
“Let’s see,” I said looking around.
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“Train?” (He shook his head no.)
“Train tracks?” (This time it was a giggling no.)
I started having to think. A truck pulling a trailer went by…
“Trailer?” I said wondering if he even knew what a trailer was.
Could he have seen Target from the exit? “Target?” I asked.
(More giggles from the backseat.)
I switched gears. He is my son and my favorite thing to do as a kid was switch it up and bring the game inside the car.
“Toes, do you see Skadi’s toes?” (Nope.)
“What about your toes?” (More giggles no.)
“Treats?” they had been eating fruit snacks.
OK, then how brutally honest could he be? I admitted it out loud… “Trash, you see all the trash in the car.”
“Teeth? Do you see our teeth?” I was really grasping at straws here, but I wasn’t going to give up.
By now, he was in full-on giggle mode though, and I feared that even if I guessed correctly he wasn’t going to tell me. Surrender was imminent.
I was telling my husband about this exchange tonight and got to this point. He smiled and looked at me.
“I bet I know what it is,” he said.
“You better not,” I told him.
“Tiger,” AB blurted out.
I could NOT believe it, he was right. “How did you know?” I asked him.
“You obviously aren’t thinking like a 4-year-old boy who has voiced many times that he wants to be a tiger recently, are you?” he asked.
“Apparently not,” I told him.
So note to self… “I spy something with my little eye” really means, “I spy something with my great big imagination.”