Pretty much every time we're in the car,
as we turn onto our street on our way home,
a wail projects from the backseat.
"NOOOOO! No, no! Grrr!"
The crying ensues, and then as I try to unbuckle him,
Wesley thrashes and flails and makes things rather difficult.
Why the ruckus?
Because he doesn't want to be home.
He always wants to be on the go.
Each morning when I get him dressed he asks,
"Mommy, where are we going?"
Unfortunately for Wesley, Sam and I determined it would be in our best interest
for Sam to drive our only car into work each day
(instead of taking the vanpool he was previously riding)
so he can work extra long hours.
This means no outings.
And very little Daddy-time.
It's a double-whammy for our adventurous little Daddy's boy.