When summer started, Sam taught Charlotte this game in the car:
I'm not sure why, but it's called "Being Married." The first time they play Sam suddenly broke out into a panic and said, "Mommy, I think I'm going to cut off my head from being married."
It took everything in me not to crack up at that close-to-home comment and asked her to clarify. Apparently when she reeeeached like that it dug the strap of her carseat into her neck. She had a bright red indent.
Recently she's adapted the game to use her foot. Charlotte doesn't mind. She immediately reaches for Sam once I buckle her in so she can "be married" to her sister.