Saturday, January 7, 2012


I love driving in the car with my grandchildren. We notice things.
My grandson noticed the speedometer from his perch in the back seat and called out the fluctuating numbers which I modified and explained by turns. Now that's a back seat driver.
I noticed geese flying overhead.
"Look," I cried joyously. "Geese."
"Why are they flying in a V?" I queried.
"V is for vacation, like migration," my grandson informed me.

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