Just Keepin' It Real

This morning, we were down a car so I asked my mom to pick up the girls and me and bring us to school and work respectively. As I sat in her passenger seat, I couldn't stop looking at her feet. They worked the gas and brake pedals like nobody's business. I just couldn't believe that she was driving again. And so easily. And comfortably. I was so proud of her. She looked like a million bucks. And she even had the time to do her hair and make-up. So proud. ... Then ... I looked again and saw that she had on black pants, black shoes ... and white socks. I guess even miracles make fashion faux pas every now and again. It's a good thing she loves me - otherwise, I think she'd have thrown me out of the car.