One of the things that is a sure-fire Margaret pleaser these days is to let her sit in the driver’s seat of the car. She thinks driving is the best thing ever, and an ideal end to Mommy and Margaret play time in the backyard in the afternoon (where we kick balls around and frolic).
And every so often, when I look back at the pictures I’ve taken, I see that she thinks that I need to stop telling her how to drive.
Because she has the mechanics down just fine. I mean, she knows where the keys go. See?
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