Luke and I ran some errands in Manhattan this morning. We followed this SUV which was exceedingly entertaining for me. I knew there was a dog in the back. You can clearly that.
While I was taking his (her?) picture, he (she?) turned his (her?) head to look out the back window. I'm shouting at Luke, "Look at that! Do you see that dog?", even though he is sitting right next to me and looking out the same windshield I am. (Can I just say that Luke was not amused and I'm not sure why. I thought the whole thing was great fun.)
Finally, we all stopped at a red light, and there I was. Nearly close enough to pet that beautiful St. Bernard.
But Luke had locked all the doors.
The child knows me entirely too well.
