I was two and sitting in the kind of car seat people used in those days, which was a lightweight fabric thing that was slung over the back of the front seat and held with big "hooks". It had a plastic steering wheel so the occupant could pretend to be driving.
The car seat was between my father and mother, and the heat in the gray Plymouth was on, as the sun came in through the window and made me really hot and uncomfortable. I was whining and pulling at the wool,under-chin, tie on the green bonnet I was wearing. My mother (USUALLY and OTHERWISE a very kind and wonderful mother) kept tying the ties that I was pulling at, and she kept saying, "Why do you keep undoing the ties. You look pretty." (It's too bad questions/answers don't have mean-face emoticons because I'd put a great big one right here! But I digress...)
I don't recall actually trying to tell her I was hot or uncomfortable. I know the woolen tie was scratchy. I just recall whining and fussing. I'm not even sure I was able to tell her. I just know I didn't care how "pretty" I looked. (mean-face emoticon would go here too!). (but smiley-face would follow it too).