Okay, so when it comes to cars I am really clueless. I know how to check the oil, tire pressure, and fill the washer fluid but that is really about it. But my husband is always telling me that I need to listen to our van. Listen for any funny sounds that it might be making. Things of that nature, so when the car is actually quiet enough I do in fact try to do that.
So today I had a moment, I had just taken the littlest two to McDonald's for our Friday afternoon lunch, and while they were quietly munching in the back seat I thought I should enjoy this moment and turn the radio down. So I am driving along and I hear this faint honking noise. I can not even begin to fully describe it, and I think "oh my gosh is that my brakes!? You have got to be kidding me, I have never heard them make this kind of noise before." But as soon as I complete the thought the noise stops. Okay, further down the road now and we are not stopping and here again is that faint honk, now I really must be losing it. What on earth could be doing that...I slow down a little to try and really focus on what direction it might be coming from so I can give as many specifics as possible to the husband later. Then once again it stops.
At this point I fully convinced that I need to either 1. Pull over and listen intently or 2. Go home immediately before the van blows up or 3. I really need a nap. We decide that we are going to go with option 1, so I pull into the nearest parking lot, put the van in park ( can you believe me children are still quiet threw out all of this?) and listen. I mean that eyes darting back and forth, head cocked like a curious puppy listening. And here comes the honk...honk... honk...and I turn around to realize that my 2 year is having the time of her life pulling her straw in and out of her cup...honk... honk... honk! At least my husband will be proud that I finally took his advice and listened to our van.
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