Our local high school had a car show over the weekend, so we decided to stop by and check it out. After all, how could we not go, when we have an official car lover in our family. I'll be honest, car shows aren't really my thing. If I didn't love Peter so much, I wouldn't even consider going to one. But here's the amazing thing about love: when you love someone, you love the things that they love. The things that make them excited are thrilling for you too. So I was pretty jazzed about it. Guess who wasn't jazzed about it.......Lizzy. She put up a minor protest, told us how boring it would be, and how she didn't like cars. What a great learning moment for us to remember the millions of times Peter has trailed along to Lizzy's dance classes, swimming lessons, and soccer games. Finally, Peter gets a moment for himself. I have to say, car shows are actually pretty cool. We all enjoyed walking around the parking lot admiring the bright colors and cool designs of the cars. When we got back into our own car (after discussing why our car doesn't look like any of the show cars), Lizzy said, "You know what, I think I actually like car shows Mommy. I'm glad we went." Thank goodness for small moments of clarity!
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