Backseat Driver

As Ryan approaches her third birthday this summer, I'm learning that the more you teach them, the more they can use that knowledge against you. We often work on red light, green light, stop sign, etc..while driving around town in the fashionable Mazda. No biggie, right. Until the other day when we're humming along, Ryan and Reese quietly chilling in the backseat, and out of nowhere comes this terrifying "mama, stop!!!!!". Naturally, I'm a bit startled thinking one of the two misfits has hurt the other, escaped, let a stranger in the back with them, you name it. No, instead it is a frantic Ryan scolding me for turning while the light was still red. "No mom, you can't go. STOP. You have to wait until the light is greeeeennnnn."
So this weekend we'll spend some time reviewing the later chapters of the driver's manual and concentrate on the concept of "right on red".
Side note, we were actually heading home from our beloved Target. Ryan is going through a phase where she is apparently a vampire and can't be near the sun without freaking out. So we went in search of glasses. I let her pick out her very own new pair and wouldn't you know she picked the most hideous, terrible version available.....Dora. Really? You don't want the cute pink with white polka dots or even just the plain pink? I taught her a lesson though*, she got her pair and mom bought the cute plain pink pair to swap out at a later date. That's right, take that picky toddler.
*clearly, this is sarcasm