So Blessed
The fully loaded car was running and music was playing. Sunbeams reflected off of the windshield while the light danced around patches of grime left behind by grasshoppers and pesky birds.
"Let it go...let it GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
I think Gretchen purposefully put a Disney soundtrack in before I picked up the kids. She knows how much I detest that stuff.
Greg waived at his sister in the rearview mirror and tried to tell himself that she wasn't smirking at him.
"Prankster."
"What'd you say, Uncle Greg?"