Let me introduce you to Mr. Fabulous. As in, Ghetto-Fabulous.
You see, Mr. Fab has been with me through some very monumental
times in my life. Most notably, the
birth of my baby boy. He’s taken some
hits over the years; he’s been rear-ended by a truck, he’s been side swiped by
the kid’s play-Jeep, he’s been battered and bruised by various flying objects
that have come his way. But the biggest
hit that he’s taken of all, was when Andy rear-ended a fire hydrant whilst
backing out of a driveway. The “hit”
itself wasn’t so bad……
Until he drove forward, thus removing part of Mr. Fab’s
bumper.
That happened back in May.
And I’ve been driving him around, with a band-aid on his
boo-boo ever since. Until one mortifying
day in the parking lot at SPX.
It was just another ordinary day at Pick-Up. I was waiting in the back parking lot,
minding my own business…probably catching up on Facebook, while Drew hung out
in the back seat, doing what he does best (telling me stories about some ninja
or bulldozer he saw that day). All the
while, completely obvious to the fact that Mr. Feb’s band-aid had come off,
leaving his poor exposed boo-boo for all to see.
So when it was time for 2nd Pick-Up to roll
around to the front parking lot, I drove Mr. Fab right around, with his boo-boo
flapping for all to see.
And it wasn’t until I got out of the car to go chat with one
of my mom-friends, that I saw it.
Needless to say, I’m no longer driving Mr. Ghetto-Fabulous
around. Andy has now been awarded with
that privilege.
