Recently, I received a personal invitation to a "Home-made Monster Truck Race". The invite came from a little neighbor who was wearing a hoodie about three or four sizes too big for his little frame. He is probably about six years old. The race was set to take place in our neighborhood playground. Our neighbor promised that it would "be at night, when it is dark, with flashlights". He advised that I should consider wearing a coat and that I should be sure to have Buster wear a coat as well. He also added that I could bring my husband along if I wanted.
Buster and I attended part of the race a few evening ago (with coats on, as recommended). We watched as this little boy enthusiastically pushed Tonka trucks and mini-Monster trucks through the dirt and over jumps. And, true to our friend's word, there were indeed flashlights. He was pretty excited to have real life spectators.
Tonight, our doorbell rang and he was standing on our doorstep with his dad. In his hand was my debit card. I've developed a bad habit of just carrying a debit card in my pocket rather than carrying a purse - It just seems to me that an active toddler and a purse slung over my shoulder don't really compliment one another. I had been missing and searching for this debit card for a couple days. He said that he found it laying in the parking lot and wanted to make sure that it got back to me.
I'll gladly attend more "Home-Made Monster Truck Races" if it means that I've earned some friendship from a little neighbor who'll bring back my debit card if he finds it in the parking lot. Its just nice to know that I've got a friend watching my back in our 'hood.
