“Now there is a good family car.” Brian mused as an old, 6 passenger convertible breezed by us.
The five of us were sitting outside licking peanut butter oreo ice cream cones as fast as we could, but it was a losing battle as I wiped drips off Bella’s arms.
“I had a old friend who had one of those, or rather his family did.” I mentioned casually. “It was a blast to ride around in.”
I could see the wheels turning in Asher’s mind as he spooned yummy deliciousness into his mouth. He was the only sensible one of the family, getting his ice cream in a cup rather than a cone.