Reilly has never really liked traveling by car. I blame it on her spending the first year of her life in New York City. Being that we did not have a car, and took cabs rarely, Reilly knew not the confines of the carseat until we pulled up stakes and moved to Florida just after her first birthday.
To prevent the freak-out sessions that tend to crop up when Reilly is in the car, I keep a stash of gummy snacks on hand. When the gummy snacks run out, I hand her a book or a toy or any other loose object that might be in my car on that particular day.
Recently, that object was one of those cheap, imitation oriental fans. I have no idea how it got in my car, but I was grateful to find it there. To demonstrate its purpose to Reilly, I waved the fan in front of her face before handing it over. She was delighted.
As I watched in the rearview mirror, she waved the fan back and forth, pushing the fine hair from her forehead. She then looked up at me and shouted, "Daddy, I'm making wind!"
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