She Can’t Drive!

I was changing Annalise’s diaper and talking to her. She got to kicking and sqirming so much that she was starting to move outta the area where I was changing her. As I was talking to her I teased, “Where do you think you’re going little one?” Connor was watching and in a tone of voice that was like don’t-you-know-any-better-Daddy answered my rhetorical question, “She can’t go anywhere Daddy; she can’t drive.”