“Mom, I wish our windows were broken” said Lizzie
“HUH?, what do you mean?” I asked her
“Like that car!” she replied
It was a convertible and a perfect night for one.
“Well, we can pretend we have a convertible”
I rolled down all the windows and we drove home with the window blowing through our hair. I listened as she sang songs from Frozen at the top of her lungs and giggled. Sometimes pretending is more fun than the real thing.