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…