On my way to my brother's house today, June was throwing a fit. Screaming angrily. I am pretty good at tuning out crying... but then Ruby tattled, "June is not buckled!"
I know I buckled June into her car seat.
I glanced into the rear view mirror... and there she was, sitting in her seat, slouching over, unrestrained!
I freaked out silently in my heart. I was on a ramp from one highway to another. No place to pull over. Luckily, the next exit was ours. I stopped and examined June's seat. She had somehow pushed the button to unlatch the lower buckle, then slipped the chest buckle over her head (it was still latched)!
I tightened all the straps and double checked the buckles...
... and I am still freaking out a little bit.
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