So, every morning, before work, Vivi and I have a battle. She HATES her pink fleecy thing that keeps her warm in the car. Russ and I used to benignly refer to it as "the Lambie" until her Uncle Paul clued us in to it's true nature...THE IMMOBILIZER.
She rants at me as I work her into it, trying to make it out the door in a timely manner.
It is not very fun for either of us.
But then, I look down and see something like this...and I have to giggle a little.