Gone are the days of “reading” things the way I want them to be- be it to hide a truth, to avoid a lengthy explanation- whatever the case may have been, there have been times that I have read creatively. Today, we drove by a high school car wash and Caroline asked what the girl’s signs said. I felt lazy- perhaps because it was the 100th question of the short car ride, perhaps it was because Katherine had been up half of last night for no apparent reason- for whatever reason, I replied, “Car Wash.” Caroline thought for a brief moment and said, “But it can’t say Car Wash, it started with a /f/.” I told her what a smart cookie she was and that in fact, the sign had said “Free Car Wash.” At least someone was looking out for my poor tired self because for some reason, she did not say, “What does free mean?”
