He’s growing up

So The Bandit turned five years old today.  I can’t hardly believe it. 

He and I went to the store and picked up the booster seats to switch out with his giant car seat.  I am so thrilled to see that monstrosity go.  I hate the car seats.  But that isn’t the point of this post.

I took the booster out of the box and he asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s your new booster seat just like Sassy’s.”

“I don’t want a booster seat,” he told me, his brow all furrowed up in angst.

“You don’t?  Why?”  I’m flabbergasted.

“Because I love my car seat and it loves me.”

“I thought you’d love the booster.  It’s a big boy seat.” 

“But I love my car seat.”

“Will you try this for me?  Just try it and I think you’ll come around.”

I pulled the giant seat from the car and set it in the driveway next to the car.

“Bye old car seat.” He patted it forlornly.

“Alright, dude, climb in and see what you think.”

He looked up at me, his face most serious.  “I’ll try it but I won’t like it.”

Eventually he came around, but for a while there I thought he was going to take that damn car seat off to college with him.