Mark’s mom went on a trip this week, and she parked her car at our house. She drives a powder-blue VW convertible bug. Mark thought it would be really fun to take the kids for a little spin on Saturday morning with the top down. It was a great day, the sun was shining, and the kids were excited. Until . . .
Mark rounded the corner by our house, where four teenage boys were standing at the curb waiting for a bus. Apparently, they formed a quick opinion of Mark for driving such a feminine car, and decided to shout a certain slur at him as he drove by. And I don’t think they were British and asking for a cigarrette.I can assure you, they were inaccurate. But I guess he was kind of a moving target in this car. Note to self: next time I let the kids go for a ride in a pastel-colored convertible bug, I should drive. Hopefully we can avoid Jafta learning any new words next time.