Highchair Rennauto

Having finished a delicious supper, it is time for a ride. Our brother's highchair - the occupant still inside - becomes our race car. We sit side-by-side below Jo's high chair's legs on the floor, racing wildly, but we have forgotten our seatbelts. So La runs and gets them, and Ch runs and gets them. After imaginary seatbelts comes imaginary sunscreen. "You sit in Papi's seat, and that's Mommy's seat." That's what I get for letting Ly drive while I'm studying, Papi is now relegated to the passenger seat. Jo is protesting from high up above as his throne moves by an invisible force. Nonetheless, La declares, "He like to drive!"