What Have You Done to My Camry?!
A short time back, Jill and I both installed baby seat bases in our cars. Actually, we got an expert at LPCH to install ‘em for us, and I was about as helpful as a cat with a thesaurus during the process, but you don’t need to know that.
Anywho, once the bases were installed, the actual baby seat, which is about the size of a small refrigerator, ended up in my car…and ever since, the special bond that existed between Camry and driver has changed!
Now, whenever I locate my car in a crowded parking lot, there’s a distinct “is this really my white Camry?” moment of uncertainty. It never fails, as soon as I get close enough, I’ll catch a glimpse of that alien-looking baby seat peering at me from within the Camry’s innards.
For a split second I’ll be startled. Then, like clockwork, the ‘ol brain (sharp as a bar of soap, it is) will squeeze out a faint spark of recognition and I’ll remember.
“Ohhhh, that’s right. I’m gonna be a dad. Neat”
And with that thought, I’ll pile into the Camry, give a nod to the alien baby seat, and head off down the winding road.