My Granddaughter Refused to Stay in the Car. When We Got Home, My Husband Took One Look at Us and Froze.

go. I was five-foot-four on a good day. I should have had to adjust the seat significantly forward just to reach the pedals comfortably.

But I’d barely moved it at all.

My mind immediately supplied a rational explanation: maybe Rachel, my daughter-in-law, had driven the car earlier. She was petite, about my height. That would explain the seat position.continue reading …