And Aidan loves it, except when it is actually moving.
Several times a day he comes running up with the car and asks me to turn it on so that he can subsequently run away and hide in a fit of mortal terror.
Aidan, carrying the car and little remote: "Turn on car, Daddy?"
Me: "Are you going to run away screaming like a little girl?"
Aidan, with conviction: "NO."
Me, turning on the car: "OK."
Aidan, running away, screaming: "MommyMommyMommy!"
When he is able to stare the remote controlled car in the headlights and laugh, that's when I'll know he's abandoned babyhood for young-manishness.
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