My trusty Honda decided to turn on one of those worrisome lights on the dashboard this week - "Check Engine." After a visit the auto parts store, the problem was narrowed down and tonight Brian offered to fix it.
As he went out the door, Helen began to cry. She had spent the evening following him around and begging to be held, so she wasn't happy about him leaving. So I said, hey, what does every auto mechanic need? A 15-month old assistant!