Red

It has been a long day. The traffic on the way to bring my oldest daughter to preschool was way worse than normal. I wanted to take a picture of all the taillights I had been staring at for about a half hour. I decided not to due to sheer laziness to be honest - I didn't want to take the time to blur out any license plate numbers. The slow traffic had me "seeing red," but that isn't something I could really photograph. After 40+ minutes of sitting in traffic my daughter just had enough, too About to take a sip of something to drink, she decides to lose all of her breakfast all over her clothes and seat. Poor kid gets carsick from time to time. It has been a long time since her last episode, but all the stop-and-go finally got to her. We pulled off the road to clean up, got back in the car, and promptly turned around towards home. As my general plan for the day was derailed, so was any thought of my photo challenge. Fast-forward to bedtime. Red. What is red? A points out that the mouth on the monkey on my silly (yet, oh so comfortable) pajama pants is red. Yes, it is red. But, not really what I am looking for. We get through the bedtime rituals, and I still am stumped. The overall day called for a relaxing evening drink. We decided on wine... oh! I could do a picture of red wine! Alas, we opted for a white (a moscato, sweetness in a bottle). While I was grabbing the bottle from the fridge, I noticed this picture hanging up from May of this year. The red hand is mine, the purple hand is A's, and the yellow hand is S's. I am glad I have this to show how little their hands were in mine.