My Mom: “I mentioned to your sister-in-law that we’re having your car detailed for Christmas, and she said, ‘Oh, we had it washed before we sent it down there.’ So I explained that you’re very proud of the car and want to take good care of it, and I pointed out that it was just driven across the country, so it was bound to get at least a little dirty during that trip.”
Me: “Yup. And that’s also how all those Cheerios ended up in the back seat.”
My Mom: “Yeah… maybe we don’t tell them about the Cheerios.”
Again, please know how grateful I am for my brother’s generosity — I’ll take a vehicle full of Cheerios over no vehicle at all any day. More than anything, I’m just relieved that he and his wife remembered to let their kids out of the car before shipping it to Houston. I love them dearly, but they are the reason why movies like Home Alone always strike me as plausible.