coming home from the gym today, we were barely 100 yards out of the parking lot when G started going “straps straps.” and in the back of my addled brain after a week of great complexity, i realized that as i placed her in the car i gave her soda, a purple stuffed lizard, a kiss, but no straps to her carseat. This is not the first time I’ve done this, but i think i can count on 1 foot how many times i have done it. I won’t be giving myself out any MVP’s, but 99.8% success is not bad.

Unless its the one time it gets her killed.

So i am deeply grateful that G has developed a survival instinct. Beckie says it is nothing more than
habit and training. Hrumph! I don’t care what it is if it prevents us from catasrophic acts of parental stupidity.