Yesterday, after homeschool, the girls and I loaded into the car to go to the library. But as I was backing up I noticed my "check tires" light was on. Mmmkay, let's have a look. Sure enough, one of my tires was flat. Flatter than flat. There was no way we were going anywhere. Wish I could say I know how to change a tire, but sadly, I do not. Since Jeremy was at work, I called my dad, he put the spare on, and away I went to Les Schwab to have my poor flatty flat flat, flat-as-a-pancake tire fixed.
The girls were less than thrilled about the pit stop.
Until we settled in for the wait and they noticed . . .
A little movie on the iPhone . . .
A bag o' popcorn . . .
And some sisterly love . . .
. . . can turn any day around!