Jackie's car is on it's last leg--or so she tells me. So I asked Miguel to see what he could find. He's got a couple of possibilities that he's going to fix up. I'll send a picture later. But in the midst of it mom said that I was looking at a car that needed some paint on the hood of the car. Jackie interpreted that to mean something else and asked me, "Dad, you're not going to get me a car that has a hood that is a different color are you?" Here's a picture of what she was picturing in her mind. "No, Jackie, I'll try to do better than that."
Dad
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