On the back home, she spilled a bit of her ice water in her lap. She can't stand it when her pants are wet, so she was squawking about it and sort of pitching a fit, telling me in no uncertain terms that she wanted out of her car seat. I told her she had to stay buckled in because we were driving, that we would be home soon, and that she needed to just be patient. All that was of course to no avail. So then I told her she could ask Jesus to help her be patient, to which she replied, "No, I want God to get me out of my seat!"
She's a pistol alright.