Sunday, September 27, 2009

impolite treading

We pulled up to a store and hopped out of the car. Caroline stood at the side of the car, waiting for me. We began to walk. She stood still and said, "Mama. MOM." I turned around and inquired about the hold up. She gave me a disapproving look and motioned at the car's tires. "Mom, your wheels are kind of pretty dirty. That's really rude."

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