This last Tuesday night we were all in the car driving to Target. Elliot was in the backseat watching a movie as usual, I was riding and Mark was driving. We were on a divided highway, so there was a car in the right lane passing us. I looked over and saw an old beater truck with a really rough looking guy driving. He was probably in his early 50's with stringy, unkept salt and pepper hair, and a long straggley beard to match. As he was passing, he was puffing away on a cigarette. I thought to myself he looked rough, but didn't think any more about it.
About 30 seconds later, I hear out of the backseat, "He's got a crayon in his mouth!"
Of course, Mark and I started laughing, and so I asked him what color the crayon was and he said, "Orange!" (The color of the filter)
We told Elliot that it was in fact a crayon, now we just have to make sure that he doesn't try to do it!!! He was so proud of himself that he figured it out, and you could tell that he put some thought into it because it was well after the guy passed us. It just amazes me how those little brains work!
