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Willow is crazy about her Cozy Coupe


Willow models next to her Cozy Coup, and she
shows how she likes to get in backward.
Willow has a new set of wheels.
Her grandparents, Granny and Pop, couldn't wait for her 16th birthday to set her up with this sweet ride.
Behold the Cozy Coupe, brought to you by automaker giant Little Tikes, the company that also happened to make the swing we have hanging in the backyard.
This, folks, is the car of the future, a one-seater that can really get around, and it's a gas-sipper (given that Daddy sips any gas on any of the days he pushes it around the house time and time again).
And let's not forget about safety; this little car is so safe a "little tike" can take the driver's seat.
Then there's these little factoids about the Coupe:
  • The iconic Cozy Coupe has been inducted in Cleveland's Crawford Auto-Aviation Museum.
  • More than 10 million Cozy Coupes have sold in the past three decades.
  • Last year's sales reached 457,000 Coupes, besting the top-selling cars in the United States, the Toyota Camry (436,617) and the Honda Accord (372,789).
But I digress.
What's really important is Willow loves this car. She's in it pretty much from dawn to dusk and after nightfall. She likes to ride in it, of course, but she also likes to pull up to the TV and take in the latest small-screen fare.
And like most Americans, she eats in it.
She even pees and poops in it (gasp!).
But please be careful. If you come across Willow and her Cozy Coupe, give her plenty of room to maneuver; she very well will be sitting in it facing the wrong way.

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