So, here's the deal. I'm pushing a shopping cart through the parking lot of a certain grocery/super store on my way to pick up some prescriptions/ant-destroyer (two different items. sorry for the improper use of a slash. i really do feel awful about it). Well, anyhow, i've got my shopping buddy, baby jane, sitting shotgun in the retractable seat ready to coax me to the back of the store to spend a hot minute ogling over goldfish (real ones, not the crackers). We reach the road which runs between the parking lot and the grand entrance, and, like good scouts, we look both ways before continuing forward. A car approaches the stop sign which is positioned to keep pedestrians from getting plowed by frenzied drop-offs and primo space hopefuls. We politely allow the car to pass and wait patiently to cross next. It is clear, however, that the boat-toting truck immediately behind this car has decided that, because he was stopped behind the aforementioned car, therefore, he had fulfilled his obligation to stop at the actual stop sign. As baby jane and i are crossing over to the sidewalk-adorned entrance, the driver of this truck has decided not to wait for the toddler riding in the shopping cart to pass. He impatiently creeps forward, threatening to broadside us, while i lock eyes with him. I can tell by his sour expression that he is indeed receiving the "uncool, dude" mind-vibes i'm sending his way.
"What do we do when we come to a stop sign? i casually ask baby jane. "We stop," she replies quite frankly. "That's right, we stop."
So there you have it: A two and a half year old is smarter than a dude with a boat.
Case closed. You're dismissed.
