Havana and I were driving down the road in the truck. Her, car-seated next to me. It was a little warm so I rolled down the window and rested my elbow out into the fresh air. Then a little voice says, "don't do that!" I had no idea what she was referring to. This is not uncommon.
"Close that!" she adds, pointing at the window.
I attempted to engage her in a conversation on my intended goal of opening the window before she finally got to the point: "put your arm in......both hands on the wheel!"
There are now no areas of our life which remain uncontested in the struggle for power in our family.
