The problem with these new-fangled car seats is that they're so big, so tall and upright, that kids can see the road through the windshield.
And that's a problem, you see, because my daughter has morphed into a total backseat driver.
The new car is bigger and sits higher, and that plus her car seat means she has a commanding view (as a reviewer might say) of the road ahead.
So she'll tell me, "Mom! That white car is in the way!" Or (last Friday afternoon) "Mom! Watch out for that tree!"
And I'll jump a little and look around and say "what car?" or "what tree?" and she'll point out something either so far ahead it's no danger, or something completely off the road. Last week she thought I was going to drive into the trees along the road, not realizing that we were going to follow the road and wind around them.
It's a lot like driving with Hyacinth Bucket, actually.
Bel is such a chatterbox, always telling me about something or asking questions. The other evening she told me about seeing a classmate's mom accompany the group on a recent fieldtrip. Then she asked me if I could go with her and her friends on a fieldtrip, too.
Maybe it's just me, but I find it hard to deny such a flattering appeal.
So today I went with her and her class to a local petting zoo, where we all cringed when the donkey brayed and gushed over the baby goats.
When the tour and lunch were over, it was time for us to part. Bel was going back to daycare, I was going on to work.
She marched up to the door of the bus and said cheefully, "bye mom!"
I wonder if she gave Miss K directions all the way home?
