This weekend we gave my car some growth hormones, parked it in the garage, and waited for them to set in. In the morning my car had changed from blue to red, grown in height and length, and dropped ten years.
Keith and I were thinking really hard about what this new vehicle says about us:
“I’m taken.”
“I’m not only taken, but you’re at least five years too late.”
“We’re committed to having more kids.”
“Where can I buy those stick figure family decals?”
“Our kids will play soccer (or in our town, hockey).”
Without further ado, here is the newest member of our garage. We’re still considering names…
