My husband's going to have his hands full when Shae gets old enough to drive, because she really loves riding in cars with boys.
Especially, apparently, boys with dinosaur hats, or mohawks, or whatever.
Of course, who among us does not greatly enjoy just stomping the snot out of the gas pedal?
Looks like her new little boyfriend enjoyed the joyride, too (sunglasses added to protect the innocent).
At least, I think that's enjoyment and not sheer, abject terror.
Meanwhile, you might be wondering what I will be doing while my husband is dealing with our daughter riding in cars with boys.
I'll be in the nuthouse, with all the nuts and the squirrels, where I belong.