When we got to the car, Kevin looked at the passenger seat and said, “What’s that?”
“It’s the booster seat they loaned us at the hospital.”
“What’s it doing in here?”
“I think you should ride in it.”
Kevin was about to argue when I said, “Look, I know you’re fifteen and the law doesn’t apply to a kid your age. But if I get pulled over, a cop is going to wonder why I’m driving around with a little boy who isn’t properly restrained and I’ll get a ticket. If I use the booster seat in this car, at least I can let you ride up front.”
“There’s no place else to sit.”
“Exactly!”
Kevin rolled his eyes.