I'm in trouble

Long story short, Jon's car got a flat on Friday, which necessitated four new tires. My car died at Safeway today, not sure what's wrong. Maybe the alternator, maybe the electrical system. Anyway, he has to leave for LA this afternoon, so he got my car towed, and just set up the carseats in his car for me to use this week. I told him to go ahead and turn Oliver's seat around in his car, as it's much easier to adjust the straps - they are buried when rear-facing in his car, and I want to be able to tighten them.

We just took both kids out to the garage to make sure the seats were tight and straps were good. Natalie noticed Oliver's seat right off the bat - "Ooooooh! Wow! Look Oliver, now we can screw around**". I'm envisioning snacks flying at my head and all kinds of other fooling around. Should be interesting!

**That's one she actually learned from Jon, not me. When she's misbehaving, he's fond of telling her to "quit screwing around". She tosses out the phrase from time-to-time, and while not ideal, it's quite funny!