Nostalgia

My dad used to let us drive when we were really little. That's right. Hands on the wheel, people. His foot, however, was on the pedal. And our "driving" was from the driveway into the garage. We got to park. Fondly, I've told Rob about that many times. These small but really silly routines my dad created so we could just be with him after a long day at work. 

Rob came home yesterday and couldn't get the car in the driveway because the jogging stroller blocked it. He scooped Robby up and with a twinkle in his eye toward me - said he was going to go let Robby drive the car into the garage. I laughed out loud and grabbed the camera.....