Driving down the interstate today the car ahead of me drifted a little too far to the right. Those little grooves in the road hollered, and he pulled back, but that noise pulled me back about seven years.
J was about two. I was traveling with my Mom to visit her house for a week. That’s a nine hour drive… when you are not traveling with kids. I honestly do not know how long we had been on the road. All I remember for sure is Mom was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat… J was in the back in his car seat, quiet for the moment.
Some how Mom moved a bit too close to those lovely grooves and they hollered at her. J pipes up, “What was that sound?”
“Road noise,” I answered him.
“What?” he questioned again.
Happy Birthday, J! Thanks for 9 years of giggles!