Ethan is the worst back seat driver. Every time we get in the car, I get instructions on how to drive and what I need to improve on. Here is a sampling of our recent dialogues...
Ethan: What's that?
Me: What's what?
Ethan: That!
Me: What? (This continued on for another three minutes, by which time I was getting completely annoyed because I knew he had more comments on my driving.)
Ethan: That clicking.
Me: Oh, you mean the turn signal.
Ethan: Yes. Why did you turn it on?
Me: It means that I am going to turn.
Ethan: Why do you need it?
Me: It lets people know that I am turning.
Ethan: How can people know if you are turning? They can't hear the clicking in our car.
Me: When I turn on the signal there is a light that flashes on the outside of the car for other drivers to see.
Ethan: No there is not, Mom. You don't know what you're talking about.
He constantly asks driving questions dealing with the function of the car, directions, and traffic lights - his favorite. He tries to rat me out by telling Dad that I always run red lights. What Ethan doesn't understand is that he is looking at the wrong lights. As we move through the intersection he sees the lights out his window for the oncoming traffic which is red. He does not believe me when I say the red light is for the other cars. He is certain I am running the red light. His incessant comments drive me nuts. Now that Olivia is in Kindergarten I hear a lot of his commentary on driving. Just wait until you are 16, Ethan. Just you wait!
