Andrew caught this guy trying to hitchhike after we went to see the movie Date Night yesterday afternoon. Which, by the way, is awesome. Any movie that has lines like, "Zip your face," and "I just have one question, and please do not judge me. What is a flash drive?" should really be the only flick nominated at the Oscars.
Anyway, when we walked to the car afterwards Andy motioned me to his side frantically screeching, "Kelly, come! Come now!"
I don't know which was more endearing. The fact that he could not let me miss the site of a colorful rogue caterpillar hanging out on the rim of our wheel or his sense of urgency that the little guy might somehow turn into a Ferrari and flee the scene before I was able to play the heroine and rescue him. I'm still deciding.