Another Jennaism

Whenever we get in the van to drive off on our latest adventure, I climb in the back seat to buckle (or strap) in the two older girls. Should I forget, they will yell out in panic, "I'm not strapped in, mama!"

Today as we returned home from grocery shopping and parked the van in the garage, Emily and I were discussing what we would do after lunch. Emily unbuckled herself and hopped out to talk to Kate in the middle row. Suddenly we heard a wail from Jenna.

"What's wrong, Jenna?" I asked.

There she sat, all forlorn, almost hidden in her winter coat.

"I not strapped out, mama!"