Reid and I took our car to the dealership for routine maintenance to have the snow tires put on this morning. When I mentioned yesterday that I had to complete this errand, Reid was insistent that she accompany me. I don’t remember any particularly enjoyable time spent in the waiting room at the car dealership but maybe I’m forgetting something. In any case, I couldn’t see the harm in Reid and coming and so she did. She was interested in why we drove into the building, why the service guy asked the questions he did and how toasty warm some parts of the garage were. She asked a bunch of other questions, too, but mostly I didn’t have the answers. Putting on snow tires is definitely a sign of impending winter, regardless of the date on the calendar.
As we walked the few blocks to her school, Reid noticed a fire hydrant with a bar on it. As I explained that the bar helped the city workers to find and dig out the fire hydrant after the snow plow had passed, Reid’s eyes started to sparkle. She has been talking about the snow banks we had two years ago – when she was able to sit in the branches of our tree – for a while and the hydrant bar made the link for her.