Sunday, May 3, 2009

Always Looking Out for Dad

We were going down Geneva Road in the morning to Gramma,
The was a dead Bus on the side of the road and Abbey yells out
"Mom, It's my Dad!
Mom, We need to help my dad"
I thought she was talking about the bus, so I told her that she was right that it is dad's bus.
She was so certain that it was her Dad and that we needed to help him.
But I drove right past.
It turns out that she was right and Larry was there with the bus waiting for the wrecker.
There is quite the bond between those two.

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