Mihaela has recently become enamored with traffic laws. Red light means stop. Green light means go. Yellow light means be cautious. While driving anywhere with her one is subjected to a running commentary of what she sees (buses and motorcycles are of particular interest). Many conversations go like this:
"Daddy, a stop sign."
"I see the stop sign. What color is it?"
"Red"
"Good. What shape is it?"
"It's an octagon." (Yes, she knows octagon. She can recognize almost any shape: triangle, circle, oval, square, trapezoid, parallelogram, pentagon, hexagon, and octagon)
So, its a lot of fun. The other day we went to the grocery store. As I was exiting the grocery store parking lot I stopped at a yield sign to wait for a break before merging into traffic. Mihaela looked around and said,
"Why are we stopping? I don't see a stop sign."
"Well, Mihaela, do you see that triangle sign that is red and white?"
"Yes"
"That is a yield sign. It tells me that if other cars are coming, then I need to stop."
"Oh. OK."
A few minutes later down the road, we pass another yield sign and Mihaela pipes up with, "Look, Daddy, a triangle stop sign."
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