child safety lock

sophia does things her own way. she can't be bothered to exert much energy on closing her car door when she gets in, so it doesnt get securely latched. it just is not a priority. but the days of her trying to open the door while the car is moving are still a sufficiently vivid memory to keep the child safety lock on. so she can't fix the poorly shut door problem herself, which means someone else has to unbuckle, get out and re-shut it for her. the remarkable thing is that she has so much upside that this ostensibly exasperating experience, as many times as it's repeated, still mostly just makes me laugh at the truly idiosyncratic and strangely enjoyable sophia-ness imposed on my world. i remember being little and doing things that made people laugh and not having intended to be be funny, and finding that quite unpleasant and confusing. i see this happen to sophia all the time. we're only laughing at her delightfulness, but she's not convinced.