In the car

I like driving around town: it's quiet, I can see the sun and sky, my boys like being in the car, and it gives us an excellent chance to increase our vehicular vocabulary.
As we drive around, Talmage is on full alert in his car seat, peering out the window for the next truck/car/bus/etc.
I take back the being 'quiet'. There is a nonstop stream of commentary coming from the back seat, "Mom, mom, mom, a truck, a truck, a truck. Oh noooooo, a weo-weo (What he calls fire trucks). Mom, a men truck (cement truck)....oh, biiiiig men truck, bye bye men truck. Mom, mom, mom, a dump truck, a dump truck, a dump truck, MOMMM, A DUMP TRUCK" If anything drives past us with any sort of muffler sound he whips he head around and whispers, "Oh, a reece car."
Talmage narrates our trips: "Mom, there the weo-weo haus. Thas where the weo-weos are" "Going to libray? okay, go to libray. More books? Mom, want a dump truck book. Dump truck book, mom? Mom, dump truck book?" or "Ohhh, mal-mart. Mom, I luv mal-mart."
He notices bicycles, motorcycles, school buses and UTA buses. A small white truck evokes, "Mom, Andjuw truck." A big white truck is especially exciting, "Mom, granpa truck. go granpa haus?"Anything with big wheels is a "Monster truck" and anything with a spoiler is "the king" (Have you seen 'Cars'?)
Driving past a construction site or truck rental lot deserves a sssslllllllllllooooooooowwwwww pass until we're admired the diggers, bulldozers and backhoes in all their glory.
You never knew driving around town could be so exciting.