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Olive, you love movement (walking in the ergo, watching fans spin), music (Edith Piaf, Queen, not Daft Punk for some reason… but that will change), city walla (cable cars, tourists unison-screaming “wooooooooo!” on said cable cars, the chat-hum of other restaurant patrons, dishes clinking in the kitchen, even distant sirens).
You love bustle, and you love to go.
However, you do not like to stop.
If, for instance, you are sleeping lightly while daddy walks you around in the ergo, and daddy stops… the countdown commences. In 10 seconds or less you transform into a shrieking velociraptor.
The same thing happens in the car. You love the hum of the road, the movement through the window, aka your “TV”. But if the motion on the TV stops, you seem to believe the TV is broken. Which you seem to find unnaceptable. At which point…
Thanks to Ashley for so beautifully documenting this transformation as she rode in the backseat with you and mommy yesterday. I don’t remember, but I’m guessing this transformation took place in about 5 seconds flat.
You know when you’re cool, Olive? Freeways.