Seatbrakes

Following the fiasco of the handbrake and the car and the front door the other day, Finn is understandably lacking some of the faith he'd previously held in his mothers unfailing ability to be ace all the time. As we arrived home from school today and I eased the car smoothly into the drive, he looked at me earnestly and said "Mum, is the car going to be ok here?". I made a concerted effort to put on a calming tone and looked reassuringly into his eyes whilst patting the handbrake. "Finn, I have taken great care. You have nothing to worry about, the seatbelt is well and truly on."