Barak was back to his normal sweet self.
Today, while Iyyar was napping, Barak and I went with a friend to Target, in her car. For a child with a motor vehicle fetish but no regular access to a car, going to Target in a car ranks about 8 out of 10 in the Toddler Excitement Scale. Not as good as getting to peek inside a firetruck or a concrete mixer, but a heck of a lot better than anything that happens on an ordinary day. I brought along his car seat and buckled him in. When we pulled into the parking lot, I got out of the car and closed the door, about to open the back seat to let him out. Barak, not used to any kind of a car routine, was immediately alarmed--he thought I'd forgotten him.
"Imma!" he hollered. "Buckle me out please!"
Buckle me in, buckle me out. It makes sense.
Off to put the tissues and toilet paper away.