Of course that was just the beginning. Zeke got the car markers out and started at the trunk of Kyle's future car, Dad's former car.
"Honk if you like pizza?" I read after he was done. My lips twitched. "That's…"
"It'll get the job done." Zeke told me. "The point of doing this is to annoy them with the constant honking." He moved to the back passenger side windows, writing: 'Happy 18th Birthday Kyle!' And then he put another: 'Honk for me!' He went to the driver's side.
I went over to Dad to see what he was doing. He was rolling the saran wrap around each tire and then slapping a big bow on it. "Remind me to try to keep these bows. They can be reused for Christmas."
"Christmas is half a year away…" I tried to remind him.
"It's never too soon to plan and prepare." He said simply.
I squatted. "I think you'll forget though. You and Mom are so busy all the time."
