Today, the Wife and kids were out and about doing their usual Wife/kids stuff. I was at the PD
fucking around on Facebook compiling important statistical data, à la Happy Medic, when I came across the Wife’s status update. Why it was on Microsoft Access, I have no idea, but that’s not really germane to this post and I don’t appreciate the completely baseless allegation, I’ll have you know.
At any rate, they all saw a purple heart license plate and a Wounded Warrior Alumni bumper sticker. The Wife told the McLets “an American Hero is driving that car”. She went not to explain what a purple heart signified a bit about the Wounded Warrior Project.
This was the rest of the status update:
McLet#2 (four-years-old): ummm, excuse me, Mom, but that doesn’t look like a hero’s car.
The Wife: What do you think a hero’s car looks like?
McLet#2: I don’t know. It’s missing something.… (she thinks for a second). Maybe flames?
McLet#1 (7-years-old): McLet #2, it’s not the car that makes the hero. Anyone can be a hero.
I know it’s weird that my eldest calls our middle child “McLet #2″, but it’s a habit we just can’t get her to break.
And I can’t argue that having flames on your car is pretty badass. That kid is hep.
Also, McLet #1 and #2 are incredible. (So is McLet #3 (2-years-old), by the way, but in this case was mysteriously silent.)