“How did you get out of your seat?” Sara asked as she ducked back into the car.
“Took off da belt. Me hewp. I big guwl,” Rachel told her, trying to sound cute and innocent.
“Well thank you honey, but I think it’s safer if you let a grown-up undo your belt from now on.”
“’Kay!” Rachel agreed, happy she wasn’t in any trouble.
Sara nodded and lifted Rachel by her armpits, swinging her through the air. She felt her bottom slipping into the new stroller seat after the dizzying spin. Then as Sara did up her waist-belt the grown-up noticed the book in her hands.