Helping A Stranded Motorist
The doors unlocked as we approached, and I popped the tailgate. The older girls got our little one into her car seat and then clambered into their own seats, while Katie, Reagan, and I loaded our groceries and other purchases into the back. As a blended family of seven, there was quite a bit to pack in to the cargo area. The girls impatiently urged us to hurry up as they wanted to get home and play Minecraft or something. As I hit the cargo button, Katie pointed out a car parked in the...