We say our goodbyes to our friends and walk out to the car. Liam opened his door and climbed into his car seat.
"Put on your seat belt and buckle yourself in," I tell him.
Usually this is not an issue as he insists upon doing it himself, big boy that he is and all, especially when we're running late as we are prone to do. But this particular day he tells me he doesn't want to. He's tired he says.
"Well Mommie is tired too and you're a big boy. Put your seat belt on please."
He huffs. "I don't wanna put my seat belt on. All day long I'm putting my seat belt on. I'm tired of putting my seat belt on all day long!"
What? Where did all this griping come from?!! And not even four years old yet. Good grief.
"Liam, you're a big boy. Mommie has to put on her seat belt too and then I have to put on yours, and that makes me doubly tired," I mindlessly blabber as I give up and buckle him in.
Not to be outdone, he replies, "Well I'm a whole lot of doubly tired."
"It goes without saying that you should never have more children than you have car windows."