Today G. insisted on bringing her parrot to the grocey store. She keeps on insisting he is an owl. Her carseat came with a cup holder that does not hold any of her cups very well, but does hold Jack the Parrot. However, on the way to the store she informed me:
“Mom! Jack won’t stop squirming in his seat!”
I told her to tell him to sit still.
“Do you want to sit on my lap?” She asked her parrot. “Yes, I do!” The parrot replied.
So, Jack sat still on her lap the rest of the way to the store.
This incident is quite similar to what goes on between G. and her father every evening during nighttime prayers. Except a certain little girl is quite squirmy no matter where she sits…