As many of you have heard, we got the kids the Cozy Coupe, the best selling car in America. Clifton put it together on a Saturday night after the kids went to sleep. We went to church, came back and ate lunch and put the kids down for a nap. Luke woke up first from his nap, so he got to be the first driver.

He was so thrilled!

Doesn't he look like a little man, proud of his first sports car?

He checked it out from every angle.

Even from the oops-I-just-tipped-it-over-while-I-was-inside-it-but-I-don't-care-because-this-is-sooo-cool! angle.

Then Ella woke up and wanted to check out the new car.

I pulled Luke out and put Ella in and she quickly started her inspection as well.

But, Luke kept trying to squeeze (and I do mean squeeze) himself back in the car. For a while, Ella was so enamored by the car that she didn't even mind.

She could only take so much and it finally got to her. (Who can blame her?)

I decided to try to get Ella to push Luke in the car, because it really is only a one-seater. That worked pretty well.

Then I tried to get Luke to push Ella. Nope. He wouldn't have it. He had to be in the driver's seat. (Just like a man.) And Ella got smashed again. Poor girl.