Frances has decided that she hates the car. With every fiber of her baby being. She loved it when she was first born but not anymore. I've given up hoping that her disdain is a result of being alone in the backseat since it can strike at anytime.
I know we can't stop traveling in cars but this is exactly what I want to propose when we're staring down a twenty minute trip home and she's inconsolable. She seems to get so sad and no amount of talking or singing or hand holding seems to help. Poor little bug.
Quite possibly our new means of travel
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