He Drives

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Yesterday afternoon — just as I’ve done dozens of times before — I took my ministry partner, Melissa, and her two grandsons, to a local food bank. She worked inside, as a volunteer, for a couple of hours, while I happily watched the little guys, out in the car.

A few minutes after Melissa left us and went inside the food bank — as I was preparing snacks for the boys — I heard scuffling, coming from the back seat.

Turning around, I immediately saw Mr. Peanut, out of his seat belt, standing on top of his car seat.

I said, “Oh, no, no. Sit down!”

Grinning at me, Mr. Peanut blew a raspberry: “Plplplplplplp!”

Calmly, I said, “I better come back there and put you back in your car seat.”

So, I unbuckled my seat belt, got out of the car, and made my way around, to Mr. Peanut’s back-passenger-side door.

I opened his door just in time to see him scampering out of reach, over the car’s center console, between the two front seats, and onto my driver’s seat!

There he sat, very pleased with himself, “steering” the car with both hands, as he happily declared, “I drive car!”

As quickly as I could, I made my way back, to the outside of the driver’s door.

And that’s where I stayed for more than 90 minutes!

The whole time, Mr. Peanut laughed and laughed, and had more fun than I had seen him have in a long, long time! His little brother, Ahmari, sat in his baby seat, and was perfectly happy to eat snacks, drink his bottle, and play peek-a-boo with me, every time I had a spare second!

Mr. Peanut “drove” the car. He played with the turn signal stalk, the windshield-wiper stalk, and every switch and knob on the car’s dash — removing some of them, but then handing them to me, when he was unable to put them back where they belonged.

He laughed, uproariously, as I played peek-a-boo with him, from outside of the driver’s door, when I reached in and tickled him, and when he excitedly waved, and called out of his open window, to food-bank-clients who drove past us.

He never stopped moving. I’ll bet he slept really well, after he got home last night.

About ten minutes before Melissa returned, he climbed up the inside of his car door, out its open window, and up into my arms, wanting me to hold him.

So, just as I’ve done ever since the night he was born, more than 2-1/2 years ago, I held him close and rhythmically rocked back and forth, while gently bouncing him up and down an inch or so, and patted him on the back, for several minutes. He used both hands to cling to me like a refrigerator magnet, and rested his head on my left shoulder.

I’m really happy that we all had such a good time for such a long time, and that, even though he spends hours with me, practically every day, Mr. Peanut still wants his special closeness, with me holding him.

Mr. Peanut loves to drive!

Mr. Peanut loves to drive!

Mr. Peanut loves to drive!

A few minutes later, when I finally got back in the car and started the engine, the radio instantly blared at full volume, the right turn signal flashed, and the windshield wipers scraped against the dry windshield at full speed.

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5 Responses to He Drives

  1. Paulo Tadeu says:

    I am delighted to see these photos, I appreciate fries too.

  2. Paulo Tadeu says:

    Mr. Peanut seems to be a good driver!

  3. ComputerBob says:

    Melissa, Mr. Peanut, Ahmari, and Melissa’s son, Joshua, have become a hugely important part of my life. 😉

  4. Paulo Tadeu says:

    I believe, and you are my best friend, I’m just sad to be so far away! 🙂

  5. ComputerBob says:

    I believe that, if you were here, we would have lots of fun and happy times. 😉

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