At church this weekend there was a baby. A cute little baby girl with chubby cheeks. The Princess loved her.
At the potluck lunch, the grandma of that cute baby girl asked my hubby if he knew how to click her car seat in the base and put it in the car. Of course, though it has been a little while, the hubby of mine remembered.
He bravely battled the terrible rain that was coming down (this is the Pacific Northwest, people!) and installed the base in the grandmother’s car.
My Princess wanted to go outside, but we told her no, the rain was coming down too hard. Then she asked why her daddy was helping.
I told her he was being nice and helping that lady out. To which, my Princess replied:
“Maybe he is a superhero!“
(Okay maybe Superman the original movie
had an impact on her.)
had an impact on her.)
