"That Mechanic is a Thief!"

Our sitter relays this charming tale from today:

As they walked past a mechanic's garage--garage door open and mechanic standing near the door, near the sidewalk--Max said loudly, "That mechanic is a thief!"

The sitter wasn't sure she'd heard correctly but shushed Max just the same.

After they passed the building, she crouched down in front of the stroller. "What did you say?" she asked him.

"That mechanic is a thief," Max repeated.

"Where did you hear that?" she asked, suppressing laughter.

"From my daddy," he said.


(He was, in fact, thinking of a different mechanic, the guys at a certain Sunoco station; the mechanic he'd passed with a sitter is one we kind of like.)