Conversation in the car on the way to school/work:
Son: Cover the brake, cover the brake.
Son: You’re going downhill and there’s a light – cover the brake.
Me: My foot is fast. I don’t have to cover the brake.
Son and daughter in unison, sounding horrified: YOU DON’T COVER THE BRAKE?!?!?!
I love driving lessons from my kids. By the way, the light was green and there were no cars in front of me for quite a ways. I think I was relatively safe not covering the brake at that particular moment.
While walking to the parking lot at the end of the day, my daughter and I saw the strangest little car. I have no idea what it was, but it looked like a roller skate with a large man stuffed inside. It was TINY. I’m sure it was an environmentally friendly electrical car or something, but I’d be scared of being SMASHED LIKE A BUG in an accident (and not from lack of brake covering). My daughter and I determined that the car must belong to the man’s wife. Not only was it teeny tiny and funny looking, but the license plate read: SO CUTE. Yeah, no guy would have that license plate.
And speaking of license plates, what is this one all about?
Yummy baby bones? Soft baby buns? Any guesses? ‘Cause it’s driving me crazy.