Hugo wants to do everything himself now that he is two-and-a-half. He and I are getting along just fine in this phase. I’m proud of his perception and ability to imitate what he sees me and his father doing. Patience abounds.
Usually when I get home from picking him up at school, I let Hugo climb into the driver’s seat and mess with the controls. He hasn’t pulled off the rearview mirror in over a year, and I can deal with strange stereo settings along with the wipers coming on when I start the car. But last week, it wasn’t enough anymore.