My Teenager

The other day when Westin and I arrived home from preschool, he stopped me before I got out of the car and asked if he could sit in the front seat. I was in no rush, so W climbed up front, made himself comfortable, and then asked if I could turn on the music. I looked at him and asked, "so you just want to sit here and listen to music?" And sure enough, that's all he wanted to do, for about the next 20 minutes. What was so funny to me, was the position he sat back in while chillin' to the tunes.