It is past noon and I have gotten enough grading done that I can justify turning my attention back to Camp Mommy - which I am happy to say has past the 50% mark.
Everyone gets dressed and we slide into the car, dancing to nothing I'd admit to in writing.
As I pull down the hill and onto the curb the children gasp and point.
I'm sure I killed a kitten at least, or a fat rabbit or baby deer at the very worst.
But nothing went thump. Still, I stop and exhale, and look where the kids are pointing.
I didn't hit anyone. Our neighbor is standing on his corner, saluting me.
I roll down the window.
He says, "I bet no one has saluted you in a while."
I am speechless.
I'm hungry and I'm happy I won't be washing roadkill off my tires so I laugh, "No. You're right, especially not.. outside in the daylight
