So I’m watching the kids, and the boy decides to pull out the truck basket and dump it on the floor. He then proceeds to retrieve the footrest from under the desk, and begins to assemble the following (click thumbnail for full size image) without any prodding.
I think San Francisco has made its mark… he’s already thinking about parking, thirteen years before he’s legal behind the wheel. Yesterday, he picked out a parking spot, or what looked like one, near the bagel shop we were hoping to stop at. I suppose from his car seat he couldn’t see the pavement markings that denoted the spot as illegal for parking… I’ll cut him some slack until he’s 5!