The Happy Car

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!