When my son was about 3 years old we took a 2.5 hour road trip together. I'm not big on allowing him to watch movies or play video games but on this particular trip I allowed him to watch The Yellow Submarine for a while because he loves the movie so much. I don't remember much about the journey to our destination. What I remember is that my son talked and asked questions the entire way home. "Mommy, who is Ringo? What instrument does he play? Why is he driving that car? Mommy, where's Paul? Why did they go in all those doors? Why was John hiding? Mommy, why does George listen to funny music? Mommy, why are they in a yellow submarine? Why do they have beards? Why are they old? How did they become babies?" This went on for hours. My mom was with us on the trip home and she just kept looking and me and saying that she couldn't believe that I was answering every single one of his questions. My rule then was that as long as he was asking, I would answer. Whew! That drive was hard work.
Today I'm grateful for rear view mirrors. As my son and I took a quick road trip I could see him in the mirror staring out the window looking at the clouds and not saying a word. I smiled to myself thinking of that trip just a year and a half ago and how much things have changed.
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