Cindy called, the Corolla wouldn’t open and she and the girls were going to be late for their ice skating lessons. The only thing the key would open was the trunk. I suggested that she fold down the back seat from the trunk and climb into the car and unlock it from the inside.

Cindy assayed the relative size of herself and the passage through the trunk to the car’s interior and volunteered G (our 7 year old) to go into the car. While D and Cindy cheered, G proudly unlocked the doors.

Combining G’s skills and small size with cooler weather and a Trojan strategy, I think we would really have something.

A long time friend wrote me one of those here’s what’s happened in the last 5 years email.  I was at the computer when it arrived so I know what was happening here as he wrote it.

As he was describing how his youngest was taking violin lessons and planning on performing with the youth symphony my oldest was out back creating a standby cemetery for my youngest to play in so she wouldn’t defile the real fish cemetery.  While his oldest was experimenting with electronics, my youngest was writing “I hate you Mom” on a piece of paper.