Unless you are Bridget's driver, you probably don't know about her special skill for identifying three kinds of cars: Volkswagen beetles (both modern and old-fashioned, distinguishing with 100% accuracy), PT Cruisers, and Jeeps. There must be 800 Jeeps in this town, too—and she points every single one of them out, taking great pleasure in calling the ones we see every day (GOLD JEEP! in the 20th AF parking lot, JEEP WITH THE WOLF ON THE BACK! parked on Pershing Blvd., etc.) But there is one Jeep she had never managed to see before: the elusive pink Jeep.
I think the rest of us have seen the pink Jeep driving around—I remember the first time I saw it, last year on Dell Range while running errands by myself in the evening—and it was starting to wear on her that she was the only one who hadn't spotted it. A Jeep she hadn't seen! That was PINK!!!! It was a travesty of justice in her four year old brain, because no one could possibly care as much about it as her. And everyone else had already seen it.
Yesterday, after dropping her off from school, I wound around Holliday Park (construction season has begun in earnest here—a year's worth of projects must be completed between the beginning of spring and Frontier Days) which is a route I don't normally go, and I stopped to look at the gaggle of 8 goslings and their parents at the corner of the park (the only phase in which a Canadian Canada goose is adorable) and had to drive down an unfamiliar residential street to get back on my alternate route. That's when I spotted it:
The pink Jeep. Parked. !!!!
When I went back to show Bridget after school yesterday it wasn't there anymore.
Even 4.5 year olds have bucket lists. (Check)