Freedom Isn’t Three

| Related | May 31, 2014

(My dad is taking me with him while running errands.  I am four years old.  When we reach our destination, he opens the back door to unbuckle me from my car seat.)

Father: *unbuckles my car seat straps* “You’re free!  You’re free!”

Me: “No, I’m not. I’m four!”

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