OK, so we were parking on the street outside the New Seasons
on Division Street (closest one on the way home from school), and Rachel, who
was munching granola in the back seat as is her wont, asked if she could stay in
the car.
I said "No, sweetie, I'm probably going to be in the store a little
while, and it's not a good idea to leave little people all alone in the
car."
"Why?" she asked. Before I could reply she added, "Will a bad
guy take me?"
"Oh, I don't know about that, sweetie, but I wouldn't want to
take that risk."
Then, as I was unbuckling her, she got her little worried look
and she said "I'm worried that we're going to be in the store for a long, long,
long time, and somebody's going to take our car."
I laughed at the idea she thought she could, and should, guard
our car (the New Seasons being in a fairly upscale part of town). Then I said,
"Well, first thing, we're not going to be in the store *that* long. And I've
been driving for a long time and nobody's ever taken my car. And besides, if a
bad guy wanted to take our car, he could take it and take you too, because you'd
be in the back seat!"
That seemed reasonable to her, so we went in and did our
marketing without incident. On the way back, I pointed to the car and said "Oh
my goodness, look at that! Our car is *still there*!"
Rachel bent over and laughed, I guess because she knew I was
teasing her gently.
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