This morning, on the way to school, Taylor asked if I was driving – I was. Then she started talking about daddy (it was a confusing beginning to the conversation). Finally, she informed me that I was sitting in the wrong seat. I was supposed to be sitting in “this one,” she said as she kicked the passenger seat. I said, “No. I sit in that one when daddy’s with us because he drives. He’s not here so I have to drive.” She sighed and said, “Oh alright. I’ll let you.”