I drove to the
construction site the other day. It had rained, and mud and yuck covered the
landscape. Of course my granddaughter was there; she was helping her daddy with
some of his work.
Well we had to
go on an errand so my granddaughter and I hopped into my pickup, my clean
pickup. You guessed it. She brought a bunch of yuck with her into the truck.
Of course she
felt bad. “It’s okay,” I said, and it really was. You should have seen the
driver’s side; it was worse and I even said so. But she still felt bad. That’s
because she’s a very special sweetie.
“Look,” I said.
“I’d rather have a messy pickup and have my granddaughter with me, than a clean
pickup and no granddaughter.”
That needs
repeating.
I’d rather have
a messy pickup and my granddaughter, than a clean pickup and no granddaughter.
She smiled and said
she knew that, and I suspect she did.
Well that’s
pretty much the story. We bounced out of the muddy field, onto the road, and
away on our errand.
As for the
pickup, well it survived. You see, as a granddaughter, she can track mud and
yuck anywhere she wants.
That's because
she’s my sweetie.
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