So, here she is. Our new ride. A Chevy "Express" 15-passenger van. It even sounds like a shuttle bus, doesn't it? I learned yesterday that if it were just one passenger larger it would require a CDL to drive it. We took it for a spin, filled to the gills with our children, Grandma, and cousins. One Uncle came out before departure and wanted to make sure of the
location of his son.
"Is Noah in there?"
Chad --Um, no. I don't think so.
Lily --Yes. He got in.
Me --I don't see him in here.
Samuel --He's coming with us! He's in here!
Grandma --No, I don't think so...
Gary --Yes he is! Right here!
Sure enough, back in row 47, seat R, was little Noah.
I recently heard Emily Watts refer to her large family's large vehicle as the "S.S. Watts."
"Funny!" I thought. "We'll name ours the S.S. Leavitt!"
However, when Chad brought it home, he immediately dubbed it
the "Cin Wagon."
I am so not that song.
And I think Chad hasn't heard it in a long time and has forgotten the words.
But the name seems to have stuck.
In lieu of "The Bermuda Rectangle,"
I guess it will have to do.