I was cooking dinner when Seth came bouncing up the stairs, having just got back from work. There was no “I’m home”, “Hey honey” or “How was your day?” Just a “Well?!!!”
Come on! Who says that as the first words out of their mouth? “Well?!!”
Well…. okay, my husband does!
Down stairs I had left the envelope that my permanent residency card had just arrived in, and that’s what he was wanting to know about.
“Well? Well? Where is it?!” he kept saying, until like a doufus the light finally came on in my brain.
My wallet was sitting on the end of the counter and just as I recognized what he was asking about and started to reach for it, he excitedly jumped over and snatched it before I could say anything, excitedly rifling through my cards until he found the new one. A big grin was plastered to his face!
The cards are pretty cool. They have everything a regular driver’s license has, plus a fingerprint, high-tech emblems that you can only see at the right angle, and the back pretty much has all the info again but in a crazy form that reminds me of old camera negatives. Pretty dang cool!