When Jan was a little boy, he would take rides on his cousin David's shoulders. This was no ordinary shoulder ride though--it was a game called "Tank." Jan would 'steer' the 'tank' by holding onto the ears and pointing David's face in the appropriate direction.
When Jan or I hold Bree, she steers us in tank-like ways by pointing in the direction she wants to go and making a cute if rather imperious grunt until we walk towards her desired destination. Late afternoon today, Bree directed me towards the front door.
"Yes, it's wet and cold outside!" I said brightly and turned away.
Imperious grunt.
I turned back.
More imperious grunting.
I put Queen Bree down.
Knock knock knock on the front door.
"Do you want to go outside?" I asked.
A definite nod.
Since it was close to dinner time, I had Bree's wonderful, gift-from-God nanny (no I won't tell you her name you can't have her!) take the baby outside for a walk.
They returned much sooner than I expected. The nanny was cracking up, and Bree was soaked. Upon encountering her first puddle, Bree had cautiously put a toe in. Then two. And tapped her feet. Finding this utterly delightful, Bree jumped into the middle! Several times! And despite the near-freezing temperatures, decided that now would be a good time to...sit. Yes, in the middle of the puddle.
Next time, we'll put her in rain boots.
