Perspective

On Wednesday night's commute home, my car broke down.  Multi-lane highway, not going anywhere, broke down.

I survived the complete break-down experience: obtaining emergency care for G (thanks Pam!), finding a tow truck, considering alternate transportation options, navigating the repair, etc.  I've lived through worse, but it was definitely unpleasant.

On my arrival back home, G greeted me with his toy tow truck. 

"How dat tow truck work Mama?  Show me."

"And then what?"

"You tell me dat about da tow truck again?"

And again.  And again.

Wistful despair overcame him.  With great longing he said, "I wish I was dere for dat tow truck."

Moral: One man's lemon is another man's lemonade truck.  Or something.