The other night, Kenzie and I had visited my mother at rehab. When we left, I got Kenzie in the car and just began buckling her in - it was COLD outside and I wanted to get inside the car and go home.
Kenzie began yelling and pumping her fist up and down, saying, "You ruined everything! I wanted to do it!"
OK, now I know what I'm going to be in for when she's a teenager. She'll get mad at me about something and then start yelling, "You ruined my life!" (We all know how teenagers tend to exaggerate a bit, right?)
I guess from now on I have to ask permission to buckle her up...