Riding with Baby

Sam has become very attached to his baby doll, who we encouraged him to name "Rachel," to get it out of his system.  He has been caring for her in his own way, and wants to take her to bed at night,  and when we go out in the car.
Recently we retrieved some baby items from the attic to get ready for his sibling.  In the process he remembered that his really annoying, ride-on-toy was up there.  It came back down (the poor downstairs tenants), and is intermittently a fire-truck or car.  When it's a car, the baby doll needs to be riding with him, which involves strapping it on with rubber bands.  The poor doll is usually haphazardly hanging to one side.  One unfortunate time the baby fell off and Sam arrived in the kitchen and opened his seat to reveal the baby stuffed inside.
Chris peered at it and said, "that's the Italian in him, the body in the trunk," as I was saying, "that's why he is not being left alone with his sibling, ever."