While I and my family were preparing for our trip to California back in April, I was cleaning my daughter's carseat. I disassembled it in order to take the cover off and have Julie throw it in the wash. Not being the most mechanically inclined guy, Julie was concerned about the safety level of the carseat once I started putting it back together again.
I told her, like the typical man I am, "Trust me, dear. I know what I'm doing."
Although I knew she didn't mean it, yet she still replied, "Alright, I trust you." And turning to our daughter, she said, "Better say a prayer for your carseat, Lily."
Lily folder her hands and began, "Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest..."