August 18, 2011
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Vroom
“Mom,” Israel said, with a trace of disgruntlement in his tone as he climbed begrudgingly into the minivan, “I wish we had a bigger car.”
“A bigger car?” I asked dubiously, quite content with the size of our minivan, thank you very much.
“Yeah, the kind that shoots fire out of the back when it drives.” He continued on back to his seat, the poor deprived child.
Ohhhh. I see. THAT kind of car. Well then. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
