A few days after my lesson on the true meaning of Christmas, my little walking book of wisdom came with me to the car dealership. In the service office Senia Mae helped herself to a seat on the large stool while the woman was sifting through her files trying to find our paperwork.



"Do you have any pink cars in here?" Senia Mae asks. The woman continued looking through her drawer, unaware that she was the one being questioned. Senia Mae decided to ask again, a little bit louder this time.

"Are there any pink cars?" The woman rose up slightly from her squatting position behind the desk. Only her nose and eyeglasses showed over the surface, but you could tell she was smiling by the way her cheeks were pushing her eyes into a crescent shapes.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Four and a half," Senia Mae said.

"Well, we don't have any pink cars right now but there was one yesterday," the woman said.

"Are you kidding?" Senia Mae asked. It was her new line.

"Nope. It was here just yesterday, a Mary Kay car."

"You have to sell a lot of lipstick to get one of those pink cars," I said to Senia Mae. "Mary Kay is a kind of fancy makeup. You would love it...just might earn a pink car someday."

Before the end of the sentence finished crossing my lips Senia Mae was already onto her next thought. I could see her eyes scanning the walls, giving the whole office the once over. There was not much to the area, four cubicles, each with a desk, two chairs, a filling cabinet, and a computer. There were a few hand drawn pictures taped onto the glass window of the next cubicle mixed in with a few shoddy sprigs of plastic pine garland adorned with a cheap looking red bow. The woman ran my credit card and handed me the keys just as Senia Mae hops off the stool and says, "You really need some decorations in here." Laughter erupted out of all four cubicles as I led Senia Mae out the door, slightly embarrassed but humored by her blunt honesty.

"Out of the mouths of babes," the woman said, laughing as we walked towards the parking lot. Senia Mae was right, why waste your time decorating of it doesn't even look good? It was a sentiment I could completely understand. That must be my kid!