This afternoon, my son and I ventured out to do some last-minute Thanksgiving shopping. As expected, the grocery store was packed. There was hardly a spot in the parking lot to park my car. Eventually I found one. In Timbuktu. I parked, and we trekked into the store.
Because of the long lines, it took quite a while to get our groceries and check out. Usually when that happens, I pretty much end up forgetting where I parked my car. Today was no exception. When we went back to the parking lot, we headed in the direction I thought I had left it.
"I don't see the car," I said, after walking down a very long row.
"Look for the happy car," my son said.
"The happy car?"
"Yes. Your car is the only one that smiles on the front."
Okay. I followed his advice and looked at the grills of the cars. Sure enough, I spotted a happy smiley face on one of the cars. And guess what? It was mine!
"See, Mama," Bubba said. "You have the happy car!"
And before I go, I'd like to wish all of you who celebrate, a very Happy Thanksgiving!