Why, Hello! Version 2.0
Today was my youngest child's first day of preschool. I'll give the recap on that later.
See, I left her at the school, and went out to the van, where I sat for a good minute, torn about what to do. I could go home and clean house. I could go home and exercise. I could grocery shop.
I did what I usually do when I'm seized with indecision, and headed to Target.
On my way there, I spotted a big firetruck. It was one of those trucks with the driver in the little compartment in the back. As I pulled along side, I leaned way up onto my steering wheel, peering up and pointing. "Look! A Firetruck! See the driver! Wave at him! Wave at him!"
I accidentally leaned on the horn, and was awarded with grins and waves from all the firemen on the truck.
And then it dawned on me that I was alone in the van.
Alone. Honking and waving and pointing at firemen.
Why, hello fellas! Nice truck!