My children have their father's sense of direction. Thankfully, they do not have mine, and this will bode well for them in their future years of navigational discovery. For now, this geographical awareness manifests itself in their ability to forever associate a passing event with a specific location. If it happened here once when we were driving by, then they expect to always find the same thing.
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"Mommy, where is that muddy truck?" (The one that passed us once while we waited to turn left onto our street.)
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"Mommy, where is that fire truck?" (The one that flew around us while we pulled over at this intersection.)
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"Mommy, can you play the Blue Sky song?" (The song Tucker loves that he first heard on the radio as we traveled on this stretch of road.)
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"Mommy, this is where you drove so fast. Where is that policeman who talked to you? Mommy, are you feeling sad? Are you going to cry right now?"
Some reminders are more encouraging than others. :)
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