Just before I pulled out of my driveway, I let a red extended pickup truck pass by.
In the truck, I could see what I would assume a father driving his son to school.
They both had what appeared to be wearing the same type of sunglasses - both were smiling as they drove by me toward the bright sun.
I drove behind them for a few blocks. I would have loved to be a bug in the truck.
Every chance the father had, he looked back at his son (in a car seat - hard to say hold old he was) to say something or hear something. I looked like they were having a gread conversation.
Maybe one day I'll discover this is their daily ritual. Their best chance to have some father-son time.
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