Daddy's Car

Part of the deal tonight was eating dinner downtown with the whole family. This meant that Nelson took the boys home in my car and left Mackenzie and I with his.

Now anyone who knows my husband, probably sees him as a very well put together, organized, clean-cut kind of guy. That is everyone except for those who have peered into his car.

As Mackenzie and I walked to the car she noted, "Wow! Daddy's car sure is messy. I hope there's room for me."(Believe me when I say that she was NOT exaggerating.)

"Don't worry," I assured her, "Daddy made room for you to sit."

I opened the door for her to climb in. "It SURE is different than our car," she noted again.

"Yes it is," I agreed.

Then there was a deep breath, a cough and a pause. "It even has a different smell," she said. "Yes, a REALLY different smell."