Just yesterday, I was at camp doings some things in preparation for our high school week. I was driving their truck around hauling things and Elijah was riding in the front seat with me. Whenever I stopped the truck, I would turn it off and leave the keys in the ignition. I got out unloaded some things, and then when I got back in, there were the keys sitting in the front seat. I asked Elijah about it and he said he took out the keys “so the truck wouldn’t start up.”
I am not sure whether he is destined for a career in product control or just a life of frustration.