Mommy Have Her Wallet?

So I'm 33 weeks pregnant and clearly loosing my mind. I lost my wallet for the first time in my life the other day (thank you, Mexican Restaurant for keeping safe and intact for me), I don't remember how to spell simple words, and I've all but given up getting a good nights' rest for the next year. Luckily I have Uly to help. He often reminds me of the important things in life such as when it's time to take a shower, or how I ought to be careful driving down the driveway because "break car no-good lou-pa (my parents) would be very sad". It's nice. I'm going to really miss these reminders when he's all grown up and bossing someone else around for a change.

Today though, today was different. I took Uly too a little soda fountain here in Clinton called Hoskins and we met Lisa (a family friend) and ate a nice cheap and greasy little lunch of grilled cheese sandwich, hot dogs, fries and chocolate shake (all ordered expertly by him) and when we were finished we looked at all of the pretty thing in the gift-store area for awhile, paid and left. I buckled him in his car seat and then hoisted myself into the vehicle and even managed to shut the door by myself--but as I leaned forward to put the key in the ignition Uly piped up and asked this question: "Mommy have her wallet??".

Blew. My. Mind. This 2.5 year old kid was making sure I didn't forget my wallet again. Amazing.

Maybe I should have let him drive me home.