Dear Caden,
This evening you drove Mommy's car, while sitting in my lap, from our neighbor's house to our home. During the 15 foot drive, you decided to make sure Mommy's car was working properly. Cruise control on, check. Hazard lights flashing, check. Defroster blowing hot, sticky air, check. Bum warmers on high, check. Moon roof open, check. Windshield wipers full blast, check. Spraying the windshield fluid and getting Mommy all wet because the windows are down, check. Laughing uncontrollably in delight at all the controlled chaos you are creating, check. Letting you have the keys to the car when you are of age, not happening.
Love,
Mommy
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