One of our neighbor’s children who has special needs, gets picked up by a van provided by the school district every morning. We usually see him getting picked up as we race out our own door to get to school. Today, we were talking about what time our neighbor would be getting back, because we had something to give him.

T5 said, “Why don’t I just wait here on the stoop for the bakery truck.”

Me, “Uh, what bakery truck sweetie?”

T5, ” The one that picks up “A” every day. You know Mom, the bakery truck. I bet “A” gets donuts too.”

Holy Cow. My Cheetos almost came out of my nose. Bakery Truck. Hee Hee.

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