Before I tell you about Bubba's dream vacation, I have to tell you about something weird that happened to me today. I went to the automatic car wash and pulled my car into the garage bay. It was cold outside, so the bay doors closed behind me. The car wash was uneventful, but when it was finished, and the sign that said, "drive ahead," came on, the door would not open. I sat there for a minute, waiting. Still it wouldn't open. I got out of my car to assess the situation. The door could not be lifted manually, but I found an emergency open button. I pressed it, but it didn't work. This isn't good, I thought. Of course, nobody else was around. I was all alone. I wandered around the garage until I found another emergency open button. This had better work, I thought. It did. The back door opened. I put my car in reverse and got the heck out of there.
And do you know what the weird thing was? When I had first pulled into that garage and the doors closed, a thought popped into my head that I was going to get stuck in there. How's that for a premonition? Total craziness!
Okay. Now for the story. My husband and I took the kids to get passports. (This was an epic adventure, too, because the clerk's pen blew up and got ink all over the paperwork and my son's birth certificate.)
While the paperwork was being completed, another clerk started talking to my boy. "Where are you going on vacation?" she asked.
"Nowhere," he said.
The lady looked puzzled. "Then why are you getting passports?"
"In case we go to Alaska," he answered.
I laughed. "Dude, you don't need a passport to go to Alaska. That's still the United States."
The clerk smiled. "Where would you like to go?" she asked.
He thought about that. "Madagascar," he answered.
"Why Madagascar?" asked the lady.
"Because I want to ride elephants and llamas."