I came home from work yesterday and had to move both of our cars further up in the driveway so our tenant could get into her space. Mikey was scrapping with both Jackson and Charlotte, so I decided to get him out of the mix by asking him to help me move the cars.
Mikey loves cars. I told him he could just sit on my lap instead of getting strapped in like he always does (and after getting a safety lecture that he can only sit there when I'm with him and if we're not really driving, just in case you're freaking out just reading this), let him put his hands on the wheel, and that's all it took.
"I think this is going to be the best day of my life," he said even before we started, in this sweet, chirpy little voice he's been using lately. Really, if your dad let you pretend to drive your car 18 feet up the driveway, wouldn't you say the same thing?
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I can't wait to hang out with Mikey (and the other two) this weekend! What a cute story!
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