When Delia pouted that she wanted ME to drive as we prepared to head out the door, I was surprised. But I thought it was cute, and made me feel like a Big Daddy.
I had no suspicion at all. Even when I saw the box in the back seat:
I threw my backpack inside, and opened the driver’s side door only to discover ….
Delia got me a booster seat for our “new car” (a much-appreciated hand-me-down / gift from her parents)! That’s why she wanted me to drive: to surprise me!
And she did. And I squealed.
Love is fun. Even in Dr. Scholl’s packages, it feels like I’m awash in pampered luxury.
