When I got home today, I slid my seat forward in order to grab the bag of junk I threw back there earlier. I assumed (with utterly no concern; I simply figured) that I would notice at least a crumb or two on the back seat.
There was nothing on the seat! What a sweet, polite little kid!!
If you were to tell her that I said this, I’m not sure the best way to convey that I was not searching for a mess; I was actually just astounded to notice the sheer lack of a mess, and I only noticed anything at all because you pointed out to me the handful of crackers and M&Ms she brought into the car as we departed the realm of dreams to reach the land of trinkets and trash.