Was it really that bad?
Feb. 4th, 2009 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayThis morning, everything seemed to be going wrong and everyone seemed to be running late.
I was rushing Little Jay out the door, to put him in his car seat, when he stopped dead in his tracks.
"That's not our car," he said, with absolute certainty.
"What?" I said, momentarily baffled.
"That's not our car," he repeated.
Despite logic, my own certainty, and the fact that I'd just used my key to open the door, I glanced at the shiney, silver Rav in front of me.
"Oh," I said, "it's ours. I just ran it through the carwash yesterday..."
I was rushing Little Jay out the door, to put him in his car seat, when he stopped dead in his tracks.
"That's not our car," he said, with absolute certainty.
"What?" I said, momentarily baffled.
"That's not our car," he repeated.
Despite logic, my own certainty, and the fact that I'd just used my key to open the door, I glanced at the shiney, silver Rav in front of me.
"Oh," I said, "it's ours. I just ran it through the carwash yesterday..."
