“Try it,” I said, “if it’s really that bad, I’ll take it out when we get to the zoo and put it in the trunk. Okay?”
“Fine, fine.”
“You’re such a good boy!” I said and pinched his cheek.
“Cut it out,” he said laughing.
I put him in the booster seat but I let him fasten his seat belt. We pulled out of the garage and headed towards the parkway and the zoo.