Rex had his biggest cry, and it's not about what I would have expected. Saying goodbye to his foster family, his first night with us strangers, a 13-hour plane ride, these are reasonable candidates, but like John McCain, not the winner. No, ladies and gentlemen, the winner is...riding in a car seat. When we strapped Rex into his car seat after our long plane ride, he went without a fight. I guess he was just too tired.
But when we placed him in his new flashy car seat to go to my parents' house, he threw a massive fit. Poor Colette had to squat in between his seat and Asia's seat, hugging him closely, Rex screaming in her ear the whole time. And Asia sat so quietly, probably remembering the good old days when she made the only noise in the van. You can hardly blame Rex, though. He's not used to a car seat. Back home he didn't use one, a fact I later checked with his foster family.
And so I had to explain to my parents why Rex arrived to their house tear-soaked and throat-parched. No, it wasn't because he was going to their house (a nightmare for grandparents); it was the car seat. After this initial outburst, there was one other, but now we've had several rides with no incidents, and I'm confident he'll live a car seat-happy life from here on out.
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