When we first moved into this house, our neighbors had a 2 1/2 year old girl, Quinn. At the end of the workday, Mom and Quinn used to meet their Dad at the end of our (dead-end) street so that Quinn could “drive” the last bit home with Daddy (on Daddy’s lap!).
Jeff remembered this, and made the mistake of mentioning it ONCE to Dashiell.
Naturally, Dashiell now wants to “drive” all the time!
(raincoat courtesy of Otto; plug courtesy of end-of-nursing)