"Buckle"

Mommy: We got down to the car and I placed you in the carseat. I spotted your sweater on the seat next to you and reached for it.
As I slowly started to back out of the parking spot and noticed that you were saying, "Buckle, buckle." I looked back and you were holding the seat belt buckle latch that was between your legs unattached to any seatbelt. To my horror, I realized that in my haste, I didn't buckle you in. I looked at your daddy, who was in the passenger seat, and he said, "Good thing she let us know."
We affirmed you greatly and I praised God that I had only driven a few feet.