"Taxi!"

Yesterday on my walk to pick up Gabe from school, I had Anna in the Baby Bjorn and was strolling Gabe's stroller when it started to sprinkle. I said a tiny prayer, "Please hold off the rain for 10 more minutes! Let me just get to school, please!"

It continued the light sprinkling until I made the turn onto the corner where Gabe's school is. It started pouring! My prayer was answered, He held it off 10 more minutes, but that was it. I ran into the school. How was I going to do to get the kids home?

Manny was working and had the car. Rain was not in the forecast and I was sans umbrella (as usual). So I placed a call to Allah, our landlord's brother who also lives upstairs with his wife and three kids, and one on the way. They also own a limousine and taxi cab company. I was in luck. He was on cab duty and would be at the school in a few minutes to pick us up. I am so thankful we live in a building with good people!

As Gabe walks out of school and starts the familiar walk, I told him to wait, and that because it was raining, a taxi was going to come get us. He marched over to the edge of the sidewalk, put up his hand to flag a cab, and started yelling, "Taxi! Taxi! Over here!" 

What a city kid!