When we got home from the Creamery, J did not want to get out of the car. He wormed out of his carseat and threw himself over the edge of it into the middle seat in the back row. I wasn’t about to climb in and drag him out, so we played in the car for awhile until he worked his way into the front seat and I coaxed him out with a red fish (i.e., a swedish fish). I’m not above bribery.
On a side note, he went so nuts jamming to Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” when it came on the radio that he whacked his head onto the steering wheel. I felt bad laughing, but I really couldn’t help it.
My Everyday Life 