Write about: the bump.
Max accidentally hit my forehead with a flashlight this afternoon, so that's where the prompt came from. If you happened to be wondering.
Took a drive into Penticton this morning, now that the roads have been reasonably cleared after that huge dump of snow. Picked up some groceries and a couple of other things before coming back home for lunch.
It's nice, living so much closer to the (relatively) big city.
"It's okay, kiddo! You're doing fine. Keep those hands on the wheel!"
"That was just a little bump in the road - we all hit those. Trust me on that one!"
"But Grandpa I -"
"It's nothing to worry about. You're better off not stressing out over every little mistake. That's a whole lot of life experience talking, so you better listen!"
"But Grandpa, I'm pretty sure that bump was Grandma!"
"Take the next right and hit the gas, kiddo. We can be in Juarez before sundown."