For the love of all Moms and Dads out there…here’s a story about the battle with car seat. After seeing this picture, a flashback came slapping in my face about Augusta when she was 3 years old.
That would be 15 years ago. Augusta is 18 now.
She would squirm and squeeze herself out of the car seat. I tightened the seat straps enough to qualify me as a dominatrix.
Scratch that image. Now.
For many days and times, I pulled over to put her back in the seat and hands-screamed at her. I threw vivid imaginations of her going out of the window at her. Every time, she grinned.
Then, one day, everything changed. Completely.
There she was, out of her seat. Again. I pulled over on the interstate 95. Immediately, a State Trooper pulled over, too. I stayed in my seat. Augusta was standing besides me grinning as usual. The officer came by the window. I handed him the note.
The note read: “Officer, thank you for stopping by. I pulled over because my daughter would not stay in her seat.”
The officer tipped his hat. He wore mirror-sunglasses. I could not see his eyes, but I knew he had something up in his sleeves.
Good gracious! He walked around my blue caravan. Opened the slide door. Augusta turned around to face the officer, confused. I was confused, too.
The officer took Augusta by her arms. He put her in the seat. Straps and all.
Raised by one finger – to her face and waved it sideways as if he was telling her, “No, no, no.”
Augusta’s face – PRICELESS!
SLAPPED close the door.
Bye-bye officer. Not a word. He left.
I turned around to look at Augusta. Still wide-eyed. I told her, “Stay in your seat!” Then, I threatened, “I will ask the man to come again and take you away if you get out of the seat again!”
She never got out of her seat. Ever again. State Trooper 1. Augusta 0.
Mr. State Trooper, whoever and wherever you are, thank you for saving the day!
OMG! I kissfist that story! My daughter was a real Houdini. One morning, I rushed to drop off my oldest son at school and drove home as my daughter who was three at the time got out of the car seat. The police pulled me over and asked for my license and registeration before looking at my grinning toddler standing in the car. He asked me if she got out on her own. I nodded my head. I knew he was a dad as well, LOL. He told her to get back in the seat and will follow me home. She was surprised as I buckled her back in. He asked if I have updated registeration sticker. I said its at home and forgot to put it on my license plate. He said he’ll follow me home AND watch me put the sticker on since my home wasn’t that far…like three blocks. Yup, he did followed me home while my toddler stared at him in shock before I showed him the sticker and paper. I think she stopped doing that ever since but I can’t remember, LOL. That was 25 years ago!