Bjorn knows that he never touches the street without touching an adult's hand, so yesterday, when Peanut let go and began walking on her own, he began explaining to her why we hold hands in the street. Three year old style.
"Peanut! You MUST hold my hand." he said, grabbing her hand. "You can get hit by a car and then you will be flat."
"Uh huh." she says, still straining to escape.
"Then you will be flat and you will be flat FOREVER. And then we will have to get a new baby because you will be flat. And it's no fun to be flat."
In the midst of the explanation, Peanut cocked her head to the side and began nodding. By the end of it, she was holding to Bjorn's hand again.
I think I'm going to have him explain everything from now on.