at the top of his little lungs, my two year old Hellboy likes to let anyone who will listen know: “nobody walks in L.A.!” (that song, among others, is on one of our no-way-in-hell-are-we-listening-to-barney-or-other-crap-while-we-sit-in-dc-traffic mixes.)

if he keeps up the good work, though, he’ll be walking all over DC.

we’re driving down the NJ Turnpike monday, keeping up with traffic ;-), and BC exclaims, “mama, he’s undone his carseat!” sure enough, i look behind me, and he has done the unthinkable — he has unlocked the top part of his 5 point carseat and is smiling with wild abandon. yep, all those weeks of pushing the thing has finally paid off. needless to say, I nearly had heart failure in the left lane. When i finally found a reststop where i could put aforementioned seatbelt back on the dude (and threaten him with removal of his beloved Percy from the Thomas the Tank Engine Crew should he do this again), it occured to me that perhaps there are ways of ensuring this doesn’t happen again. (Sure enough, when we drove into MD, he did it again. Percy was out of there.) yes, I know I have to teach Mr. Toddler that these things just are verboten. Discipline, discipline, yeah yeah yeah. But this is not one of those cases where I want to actually take any chances.

maybe we’ll just stay home until he’s 10.