Tales of a Rear View Mirror

Today I saw in my rear-view mirror a family in their all-American sedan ready for the Easter weekend. A middle-aged couple and their two boys – the baby in the back seat, center and the pre-teen with his white-socked foot resting just to the right of his mother’s head. I saw him wiggling his foot and wondered if his feet were stinky and if the mom could smell her son’s feet so close to her face. Then she turned and saw the foot and gently grabbed it and held it – the way only a mother could love a stinky pre-teen foot.

Today I saw in my rear-view mirror a young couple – the man was driving and the woman was looking at him longingly. He turned her way and they spoke words to each other – words I will never know and they probably won’t even remember. I wondered what language they were speaking.