In the Driver's Seat

Fans, as you know, Our Hero likes to sit in the driver's seat, both metaphorically (he is, after all, three, and literally. Most night, when we arrive home, Joe will pipe up for the backseat: "Can I drive?" Tonight, while Julie was making sure Clara didn't take a header down the steps midway up the front walkway, Joe got into the glove compartment. There, he found the scissors Julie stashes for emergencies, and trips to the post office (handier when the roll of packaging tape she usually also keeps there hasn't been confiscated by the other adult in the house who probably wondered why his wackadoodle wife was keeping packing tape in the car--and just why does she send so many packages anyways?????), as well as some KinderCare forms verifying that he and Birdie had been vaccinated in accordance with state laws that had yet to be delivered. He also got into the CDs. In this clip, you can see that we have been trying to teach him where he lives. It's tricky because of our practice of naming our dogs after the streets on which we live. So he's just now getting that we live on Raleigh Avenue, and that Raleigh-is-in-dog-heaven is a separate and only tangentially related concept. But, he's headed to Minnesota Fans, and ain't nobody gonna stop him.