There’s a guy a few streets down from us who has been putting on a little bagpipe concert in his front yard since COVID started for the neighbors to enjoy. I kept finding out about the dates after they happened, but then finally I learned about an upcoming show. Of course the day of, I remembered too late and rushed out the door to try and make it, but by the time we got there, it was over.
Me: “Sorry we missed it!”
Jackson: “Don’t worry, Mommy. We can drive and find other instruments.”
Me: “I’m not sure where to go.”
Jackson: “Turn left.”
