As I was on the way home the other day, I saw a car much like this one pass me-- a Mom driving and her little daughter in the back seat-- top down and ice cream cones in hand.
So naturally, I made up a story about where they were going ( a road trip to Savannah), what they were going to be doing( running a bed and breakfast that the mother inherited from an old Aunt Mildred) and what music they would listen to on the way.
And EVERY BIT of me wanted to go too.
I guess their playlist will have to suffice.
