Not so long ago, the Whitfill Five enjoyed an art-filled family outing. As the evening concluded, we pulled into the drive, and my husband upon exiting the driver's seat said, "Honey, you've got to see this."
When my purse could not be retrieved by feeling around underneath my feet, I assumed that I had placed it in the backseat next to the baby and continued to get out of the car. As I shut the door and faced the direction of my husband's voice, I saw it.....
My purse was calmly sitting on the trunk of our car. Yep. That's right. I placed it on the trunk of the car when loading the baby, and my "Mama Brain," completely forgot it as I walked around to the passenger's side and got in. It waited patiently there for me the 10-or-so blocks that it took us to get home.
My husband simply said, "Aren't you glad I was driving?"
When he's right....he's right.