Sometimes when my mom’s truck is full to the brim with stuff I get to ride in the front seat. Oh glorious day, how sweet the front seat is! I get a window (that rolls down I might add), and I get to feel the wind in my face.
But….pretty soon my excitement fades, and I remember that car rides make me sleepy – and there seems to be no where to sleep in the front seat. I miss my fluffy car seat in the back….
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