Amy, not yet 2 years old, has started doing something very cute. When we get in the car and start down the road she deliberately checks in my direction and very matter of factly says "Dada seatbelt" and doesn't take her eyes off me until I fasten my seatbelt. She repeats "Dada seatbelt" as necessary. Her enunciation is perfect! After I buckle she sharply turns to the passenger side of the car, points, and says "Mama, seatbelt."
Over 3 decades of being in cars and driving and state law and federal law and the threat of fines could not convince us to regularly use our seatbelts; it took a toddler!
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