Sayonara, Mazda

8:30 in the morning. I walked out to the table to discover that the boys had already helped themselves to breakfast. Italian ices.

“Boys. Seriously?”

They both immediately turned towards me. Busted.

Yali pointed dramatically at the half-eaten cup. “YOGURT! YOGURT!”

About an hour later, Oxbear and Puck hit the road to meet up with Theodore and Francis at the Ford dealership. Five hours to select an F-150, and purchase. Somewhere before three o’clock, the silver monster body of a huge truck sat in our driveway.

To celebrate, Oxbear picked up Chipotle for dinner.