My daughters are in their early twenties, so I rarely get a chance to share when they say something funny or do something cute. Like when Talee was about four, and we were eating cheeseburgers with sesame seed buns. She looked at me with a serious expression and asked, “Mommy? If we plant these seeds, will they grow a hamburger?”
This past Saturday I got a call from Mackenzie. “Mom, I got a flat tire! What do I do? I need to meet my friends for brunch in half an hour!” Mackenzie is twenty three, and moved out to the city almost two years ago. She’s really independent, but I have to remind myself she’s still learning how to live on her own.
She was safe, on the side of the busy road. I told her to call AAA (American Automobile Association), and gave her the card number (she left it in her bedroom, never dreaming she’d ever need it). They were there in forty five minutes, and put on the spare.
Mackenzie got home and texted my husband, thanking us for our help. Here’s part of the conversation (retold with her permission):
My husband: Later you can get me the name of your tire and the measurement so I can help you find one.
Mackenzie: Thanks Dad, you’re the best. I’ll look around for a ruler later today or go buy one tomorrow.
My husband: Sweetie, you do not need a ruler. On the side of the tire, it’ll say the size, something like 235/45/17. And the name of the tire brand. Hehe.
I laughed so hard when I read that, I almost cried. It actually makes total sense that she thought she needed a ruler. How else would you measure it? Lesson learned.
Yesterday my husband was out running errands and called me. “I think Mackenzie gave us bad luck.”
“What?” Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding. “You got a flat tire?”
“Yep. AAA is on their way.”
I better go find the ruler.
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