in the trunk

While making a necessary trip on post last week I discovered two things.

1. Children who spend all year NOT waiting on anyone cannot comprehend why on earth only ONE person would go in the “vehicle registration” building while the rest of us wait in the car.

2. Dum Dums are a gift from God. Amen.

By the time I spotted Caleb heading back across the parking lot, the kids were in the “trunk” of the RAV and I was busy perfecting my pitch—flinging suckers over the back seat.