This is what I have taught Ashton to do when he sees a car. Freeze. Do. Not. Move. He could seriously try out for the safety patrol at the tender age of 2 1/2. Traffic safety is not a joke in this little guy's opinion. However...
it is in her's.
Today we were outside playing with this.
While Ashton was very busy making rivers, suns and rainbows, Emory was very busy wandering into the middle of the street.
We live on a culdesac, so while I am tirelessly trying to instill in her that it is dangerous and a huge no no to stand in the middle of the road, I feel relatively at ease that she will not encounter any speeding vehicles. Not Ashton.
He was VERY uncomfortable with the fact that she continued to defy saftey rules. Every time Emory would strut her little self into the street, Ashton would say, "Freeze Erm-ry!" with his hand outstretched in the stop position. When this didn't work (every single time), he would sigh heavily, put down his chalk and go get her.
He loves her. She loves him. And I love that fact.
3 comments:
Such a good big brother! Very sweet :)
Oh my goodness! That is soooo very sweet! I love reading your blog!
LOVE her dress and her personality!
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