You sat with wide eyes, small in your carseat in the large interior of the tow truck. You gazed around, still dazed from your nap.
Our car needed a new tyre - it blew while we were blasting down the highway. Vulnerable we were, you napping in the backseat - me sitting in the driver's seat - on the side of a busy M1. Trying not to think of the tradegy that had befallen a family of five only a night or two ago, very close to where we were.
Thank goodness for roadside assist. When you are older, Teddy, and you have your very own car: you will be getting it. No argument.
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