Stop it, Sun

So this morning on the way to preschool Sam began protesting loudly from the back seat, "Stop it, sun! Stop it, sun!" I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw him wincing and writhing away from the window. His arm rose up as if a large bird with talons were attacking his head. In a few seconds, I turned a corner and the sun moved around to the back window. Sam straitened out in his seat and sighed, "Thank you, sun."