My son and I went to the grocery store the other day. We parked in a spot different from the usual one.
"Okay, Bubba," I said. "Remember we are in the row across from the gas station sign."
He nodded. "And there's a big tree here, too."
"Right," I said.
Then he stopped. "Mama, I have a better way to remember where we're parked."
"What's that, Bubba?"
"Just look for the white lines on the ground. We're parked between the white lines!"