Big Boy Reward

"No Daddy, you sit over there."
"I'll sit over here, but we aren't going to move anywhere if I don't sit in that seat."
"No, Daddy's gonna sit over there and James wanna sit riiight here."
"I think you're going to change your mind."
"I wanna move, Daddy."
"Yeah, your feet aren't long enough to reach all the way down, are they?"
"James gonna sit on Daddy's lap?"
"Yes, that's fine. Here, wait a sec. Okay, don't hit your head on the...oops, are you okay?"
"Yup."
"Alright, are we ready?"
"Let's go, Daddy!"
"Okay. We're going to go slow. Do you remember why we get to do this?"
"Yup."
"Tell me why we get to do this."
"Yup."
"We get to do this because you went poopy in the potty, right? And that is a very big boy thing to do, so now we have a big boy reward."
"Turn it on, Daddy!"
"Okay, here we go. Yup, let Daddy do that."
"I'm driving, Daddy!"
"Yes, you are! Good job...watch out, let's straighten out a little bit."
"I'm driving, Daddy!"
"Yup, see how we're getting close to that van? Let's straighten out again."
"Let's turn this way, Daddy!"
"Good, so make a nice smooth turn of the wheel...yup, you don't have to keep on moving it back and forth. That's pretty good!"
"Daddy, we go that way?"
"No, we aren't going to take the car out on the road."
"Why?"
"Because you don't have your driver's license."
"Why?"
"Because you need to be able to reach the pedals with your feet to have a driver's license."
"Why?"
"Here, let's keep on driving in the parking lot. Should we go this way?"
"Yeah. I drive this way."
"Good...should we put it in second gear?"
"Okay. Daddy, I wanna drive to the raspberry farm and pick raspberries."
"No, we'd have to go on the road to get to the raspberry farm. Plus, you just had a lot of ice cream."
"Daddy, do not park the car."
"I won't, you still have a little longer left on your turn. Should we go this way?"
"Yeah, I drive the car this way."
"Good job. Can you see anything?"
"I'm driving."
"Okay"