When possible, Fuss prefers to acclimate to the automotive environment before settling down in his car seat, going in the front door and clambering around the interior fiddling with stuff for a while. The schedule occasionally affords time to let him exhaust his curiosity, but mostly I have to draw a line.
Here's how it went last night.
me: Okay Fuss, we have to go now. Time to get in your seat.
Fuss: I don't want to, dada.
me: I know, but it's time to go. Can you help me out and get in your seat?
Fuss: *climbs in back, carefully avoiding his car seat*
me: Fuss....get in your seat, please.
Fuss, crouching on floorboards: No. I'm sorry dada, but I'm very busy right now.
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