Right now, Norah is very interested in cars and trucks. Not in the way they work or in categorization or explanation, but simply in pointing them out -- "car! truck!" So, on our walks in the morning, which take us about 30 minutes, we spend the majority of that time spotting cars and trucks (to be fair, she also frequently requests that I sing the "ABC" song or "Itsy-Bitsy Spider"). We walk in a residential neighborhood, but along a road that sees a steady stream of regular traffic, so we usually have quite a few cars and trucks to admire in passing.
So, a typical conversation between her and I may go something like this as we walk:
Me: "Yes, that's a car."
Me: "There'll be more. You just have to be patient."
Me: "Yes, 'patient.' Look, another car!"
In order to make things a little more interesting for myself, I also try to point out the colors of cars, but it's hard since car colors aren't always easy primary colors, and what am I gonna do, teach her the differentiation between taupe and tan? Still, I point out color on the cars that are distinctly red, blue, green, white, etc. Also, if the cars come in a steady stream, we count them: "One, two, three, four! Four cars!" And yes, I feel a bit like The Count from Sesame Street.
The highlight of our morning walk then is when the schoolbus passes us, or best of all, a firetruck or some other emergency vehicle. Norah can distinguish the "Bus!" from other vehicles, and after the schoolbus drives by she usually follows up with an appreciative, "Wow."
I remember when a run or a walk used to be time that I spent in my head. Even with Norah along, for a long time, our runs or walks were mostly silent, contemplative times for me. Now, however, I'm totally caught up in spotting on-coming cars, and when a "Red Truck!" passes us, I'm nearly as excited as she.