Drew: You know what they'd call hockey if it was easy, Aunt Marianne?
Me: What, Drew?
The school kids know the routine for Fridays. They get in line, shove each other around for a few minutes trying to establish a pecking order, and then board Luis' cart-o-fun. Some kids help pedal. Some kids ride in the passenger section. And some kids just run along screaming things. I don't like that last bunch so much.
I don't know what kind of genetic mutation causes a man to commit such generous acts of kindness for obnoxious children (mine included). It could be sweltering outside, and there's Luis carting around 200 pounds of kid. Even when he looks miserable and sweaty while wishing he'd just driven the minivan to pick up his own children, he still gives every last kid in line at least one ride.
Luis is just another example of someone who goes through life a far nicer person than me. I'm the mom who never remembers which playdates are allergic to peanuts and I've almost put 5 kids into anaphylactic shock. Geez I hope those moms aren't reading this today.
Cheers to Luis. Maybe I'll bring him one of cousin Kate's beer coolies this week. I wonder if they have a pattern at Joann Fabrics for Carnival? And how the hell do you say "beer coolie" in Portuguese?
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