Can I have your keys, please?

It's Hugo's car

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.

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The tale of squeeze fruit and the rear-facing car seat

"Hummus"

Hugo likes those organic squeeze fruit baby food things. He never ate baby food as a baby, but now he thinks these things are a cool snack. I usually get a few when they’re on sale for when I’m running errands at snack time.

He knows not to squeeze them! Or else I would never have trusted him with one on the 5 minute drive to Whole Foods this afternoon. My only clue that something was amiss was the cryptic comment “Hummus” from the back seat. (Now I wonder what he found analogous to hummus, the texture?)

I opened the rear car door quickly since it was raining lightly…to find pink squeeze fruit all over Hugo and the car seat. I had no baby wipes but did what I could with 6 travel tissues before snapping this picture. Looking pretty innocent, right? He must not have been hungry.