pedal to the metal

today, panzer told me to slow down.

we were driving home from the babysitter in the truck, and the conversation went like this:

p:  mommy, i want you to go slow.  don't go fast.
mommy:  panzer, it's rude to be a backseat driver.  even when you're in the front seat.
p:  don't go fast, it's a speed bump!  go slow.  push on that one with your foot.
mommy:  you mean this one ... the brake pedal?
p:  yes!  push on that one and go slow.
mommy:  (obeying and thinking okaaaaay, how do you know what a brake pedal is?)

into the jungle

today, panzer was paying attention while we drove through a particularly lush area of cottonwood -- enough to ask "mommy, is there a snake in that jungle?"

he continues to amaze.  how does he know what a jungle is?  we live in arizona!  and how does he know a snake lives in a jungle?  again, we live in arizona!  (and snakes live in the dirt here!)

TWO.

today, panzer woke up and said "mommy, i have two holes."

mommy:  oh yeah?  where are they?
p:  in my nose.