Broken Windows

“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.

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