Our friend and Supermom Molly gave Rachel a toddler-sized plastic car for her 1st birthday. It's perfect for kids to sit in the seat and either pump their legs on the pavement to make the car go or relax and let Mommy and Daddy do the work.
Rachel loved it but we never used it much until a couple of weeks ago, when Drew was inspired one Saturday to put her inside. She's much bigger now than when she was 1, of course, so she had A BLAST.
Now every night she points vaguely in the direction of the garage, where the car lives, and exclaims, "Rachey cah!" (I dislike the nickname "Rachey," but that's what she's called at daycare and I just go with the flow. Plus, as Drew points out, she's going to get a nickname eventually). That's usually followed by "Mommy cah!" and "Daddy cah!" (she points toward downhill as she says this because Drew parks on the sidewalk in front of the house, under the maple tree).
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