Ezra and I took the car to the DC inspection station this morning; we were overdue to get a new inspection sticker. I am proud to report that Liesel the Diesel passed the test with flying colors. But my favorite part of the excursion had to be this exchange, with one of the car inspectors:
DMV dude: Is that a little fellow or a little girl?
Me (pulling back the carseat shade a bit, to reveal Ezra): He’s a little boy; he’s sleeping.
DMV dude: Oh yes, I see, he’s knocked out with his fat-faced self.