I have explained before how my two year old, blonde and blue eyed, has a strong sense of… well… “Papers!” because it’s not really justice as much as strict following of somewhat arbitrary rules.
And when it comes to rules of the road she would have made the Waffen-SS look like slackers.
Playing on the fact of that last post…
We had to get to the corner shop for a couple of basics, it’s literally less than a kilometre from the house, pretty much just a couple hundred metres from the end of our private road.
So of course, Aryan Girl wants to go with me. She always does, and this time I say ok. She specifically says she wants us to go in my car, which is a two-seater sports car I got when I was single back in 2016. And I’m not going to switch the baby-seats from the other car just for this short trip. So she get in, sits in the passenger seat and says:
“Daddy, put my seatbelt on.”
Fair enough, so I do, then start the car.
“Daddy, put your seatbelt on.”
Pushy little thing… but I get curious, so I say: “Well, it’s just up the road, I don’t really need it.”
“Yes you do! Or the police will arrest you, and put you in JAIL!” Now, she didn’t really say this with concern for me, more like glee at having me follow the rules… and especial glee at the word JAIL!
So I thought: I’ll teach her a little lesson … more fool me.
“Well, YOU are breaking the rules too, because you’re too small to be in the passenger seat. So if the police stop us, you’re in trouble too.”
Without any hesitation at all, she responded:
“No I won’t. I’m too little. You will be in trouble for letting me sit here, not me!”
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She’s not yet three years old.
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There is really nothing one can say to that.
I put my seatbelt on.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
