He takes turns really quick (but safe) so they all squish into each other in the back seat and he calls it "Jell-O," and the girls eyes shine with glee.
This last Sunday Lucy lucked out and got to be in Dave's car. They sputtered into the garage right after the rest of us did, their front tire hissing as it quickly deflated. It was Jell-O gone wrong when Dave accidentally hit a curb.
You would think it was Christmas morning from the looks on those two's faces, they were incredibly delighted with themselves and were laughing their guts out.
Just a little snippet of a moment that I want to remember.