That's what I was trying to tell Mommy last week when she picked me up from Day Camp. As usual, Mommy put me in my seat, took off my collar and then headed to the driver's seat to take us home. But, I wasn't haven't any of that. I wanted to drive home. I'm old enough.
But, Mommy wasn't having any of it. She told me that I was too small and wouldn't be able to navigate well because I couldn't see over the steering wheel. I hate that she is always right!
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