Yesterday: a trip to the Commissary for a few odds and ends.
I leave without sugar, which I really needed. I realize when we’re about halfway home (it’s only a 5 minute trip) so I turn the car around.
We get into the parking lot and Cate exclaims, “We’re back to the Commissary. Silly car – we need to go home!”
I guess she thinks the car decides where we go, instead of me driving it?