Joy is like a red pickup truck
When my son, Wyatt, was around three years old, my husband and I were driving him to swimming lessons when I noticed a red pickup in front of us driving erratically.
“Lookout! Whoever’s driving that red pickup truck is a nut!” I said.
From his car seat in the back Wyatt piped up, “That red pickup is goin' nutty nutty!”
From the front seat we laughed on cue…
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