For Those Who Have Asked to See Pictures of My New Car and/or My New Nephew

Now you get to see BOTH!

Yes, kids, that's my trunk. And, yes, that's my nephew.* We ran out of seats in the front, and he tucked rather nicely into the back — not to mention, he actually seemed to like it there.

Relax. It wasn't a long drive.

OK, so maybe he wasn't so thrilled once the car started to move...


Just kidding. That's him kicking his feet around, a favorite hobby of his (for the record, he also enjoys laughing, cooing, soiling perfectly good diapers, dancing, "talking" to his parents, and spitting up on Washington).

[Who, for the record, was the one to put him in the trunk in the first place — the "spit up" occurred a couple hours later — I suspect a conscious act of revenge. This is one smart kid, I tell you.]

Anyway. A fair few of you are probably mortified by now, so you can rest assured the car remained in park the entire 30 seconds my nephew was momentarily stowed away.

He's still just as happy and healthy as ever. Here's proof:


See? One week later, and perfectly fine. Sorry to say I can't take credit for this photo — it's his mother's handiwork. Apparently he was looking outside rather intently, watching his father scrape paint away from (what was once) an opaque window.



*Professional stunt baby. Don't try this at home or in parking lots. No babies were harmed and/or ever in immediate danger in the creation of this post. Babies belong in properly secured car seats, not trunks. Thank you.