Alex is getting big.  Really big.  He has now outgrown his infant car seat and needed a new “convertible” car seat that can be either forward or backward facing.   After much discussion we decided Alex would inherit Cole’s seat and Cole would get a new seat.

The big day finally arrived and with it, the new seat.  Daddy installed the seat in the car.  The next morning Cole was told he had a surprise.  After breakfast, Daddy took Cole to the garage for his first peak of the new seat and began talking it up.  “You have a new seat.  It’s red!  It’s a racing seat!  It’s a super, super fast seat!  It’s so fast!  Want to sit in it?

“No,” Cole said.
“No?”
“No, I don’t want a new seat.”

And with that, we headed inside and Daddy left for work.  We got ready for our day and a few hours later we were leaving to take Cole to school (Kindering).  After loading Alex, it was Cole’s turn.

“I don’t go,” he moaned.  “No, I don’t go.  I don’t sit.”
“Cole, what’s wrong?  You don’t like your seat?  We need to go to school.”  I proceeded to lift him up and begin wrestling him in to the new (with tags still on) red, racing seat.

A small, plaintive voice.  “Mommy, go slow.”
“What Baby?”
“Go slow Mommy.  I don’t go fast.”
“Ok Buddy, I’ll go slow.  And you’ll go slow in your red racing seat.  It won’t go fast today.”
“Ok,” was his reply.

We forget sometimes how literal he is!