I know it’s super annoying to have the flappity-flap of something on the roof or side of the car, but to me, it’s worth it if the youngen sleeps for a bit longer because the sun isn’t beaming straight on his lids. On the other hand, Husband nearly cut off my damn fingers with the window when I was arranging it, because he “thought I was ready”. I know he would hate spending the extra time if we had to go back and pick my fingers up off the side of the highway!  So much for “making incredible time”, George Costanza-style. Then it would be more a case of Seinfeld and “that stupid idiot”. Egad.