This is the sad, little crybaby of mine while taking her first ride in a convertible, last Friday evening! Yet another example that I clearly brought the wrong child home from daycare last week!
How can my child not like riding in convertibles? There must be some mistake.
You see, her daddy brought home a 2012 red Chevy Camaro SS Convertible {with only 5 miles on it!} for us girls to have some fun in this wonderfully warm weekend. Prior to the car being started or moving from the driveway and as soon as we put her car seat on the back seat...she began her cry fest...which lasted the entire 2.5 miles to the restaurant. ...and then an hour later...cried the 2.5 miles all of the way home.
We thought we would try again on Saturday, and the weather was oh-so-nice at 75 & sunny; however, our schedule didn't permit time for a joy ride and we had to take momma's RX to Home Depot in search for a fire pit for our backyard.
Perhaps the lack of a roof startled her...I don't know. Regardless, I'm certain I will get her acclimated to convertible-bliss in due time. Afterall, my first day driving my own Sebring Convertible, at the age of 18, I was blaring Sheryl Crow's "I wanna soak up the sun" thanks to my mom! I am certain Miss L will be a convertible-loving, sun-worshipping, flip flop-wearing girlie!
