Yep, crazy.
We were usually talking or singing. Later we were yelling at each other.
Either way, not hard to forget she was in there...
And good trips or bad, I'd quietly tell myself, "You're going to miss this."
I seriously, seriously cannot fathom not remembering someone is in my car.
Maybe I'm the anomaly.
Look for the Helpers. You will always find people who are helping.
-Mr. Rogers' Mom