On the way to pick the eldest two Nowell boys up from Pine Cove, we got a little education from The Babe.
You see, we were pulling into the first camp to get the Hooman, and the clock read 8:39am. If you know the Nowell clan even remotely, you know that we are chronically late.* Even going solo, it is rare that any individual is on-time to anything.
When you put us in a pack? FORGETABOUTIT.
I was so astonished at our miraculous arrival time that I verbalized we are pulling in a full 21 minutes early. The Babe picked out the one word in the sentence that, apparently, he had never heard.
"Late"? "Running behind"? He has an intimate knowledge of those. Probably could teach Webster a thing or two about the definition of either.
But "early"? He had NO CLUE what that meant. So, he asked. And we explained. And he responded: "We're NEVER early." All we could do is laugh and tell him "You're right!"
Sometimes the greatest observations come out of the mouths of babes.
*Honestly, I have to pat ourselves on the back for this week. This was time number TWO that we made it to our destination ahead of schedule. The first miracle occured even after our sitter was 20 minutes late and we STILL were the first to arrive at my friend's surprise party. BOOYAH!!!
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