The car in front of me was filled with helium balloons. I assumed the driver was a mom on the way to decorate her kid’s birthday party, but I couldn’t see the driver for all the balloons.
A little head popped up in the back seat, twisted around to peer out the back window. Probably the only way the little guy could find a breath of air. I wondered if mom up in the front knew that the angel in the back seat had squirmed out of the proper seat belted position. The kid grinned and waved and I waved back.
It reminded me of the days before seat belts were the law when . . .
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