Meta was a really good girl at the dealership. She drew pictures, drank hot chocolate, drew letters on her tablet and eventually watched their tv in the main lobby. When we test drove the Pilot, she sat in Linc's booster in the last row of seats and declared that she likes this car and we should buy it. Then, as we drove home, she said that she misses our Subaru. She also didn't want to ride in her car seat in the middle of the car, she wanted to be in the back with Lincoln. We'll figure it out.
Then when we picked Lincoln up at school (he was so surprised), I managed to shut my left pinky in the door. Ouch. I don't think it's broken, but I have good bruising and I bled a little. It's too puffy for full range of motion and I'm babying it, but I was able to type. And occasionally forget that I was injured by dinner time. Maybe I'll name the Pilot "Ace" because she's already drawn blood. That's enough of that!
Lincoln and Meta are lobbying for the name "Black Panther" because he's a hero. That's fun too.
Lincoln and Meta are lobbying for the name "Black Panther" because he's a hero. That's fun too.