One of Brock's new favorite toys is this "little tykes" car, that we borrow from the neighbor. He calls it his "truck." It is his favorite thing to drive and he says he is an "awesome driber." He doesn't scoot in it he jus puts the keys in and pretends to drive.
One night while he was playing in it he stood up in the car and he slipped. His feet went under the front of the car while his back was on the seat. I saw the whole thing happen from the chair where I was feeding Riley and unable to help him. Gage was doing the dishes and I yelled in a semi-frantic vioce, "Oh...Gage." Gage looked up and started to come to the rescue, but before he could get there, from somewhere under the car we hear this fully frantic little voice say, "Oh Gage, Oh Gage, Oh Gage, Oh Gage." By the time Gage got there and got him out I was laughing so hard I could hardly comfort the crying boy. Glad to report no harm done and he is loving the car agian.