I was driving 79N about two miles from my exit, when in the rear view mirror, I spied a familiar car.
"Look who's behind us!" I shouted to the kids.
As my exit loomed, I slowed down to give the car a chance to catch up to us.
Three cars back, they signaled to get off at the same exit.
We watched to see where the car parked, and then camped-out like paparazzi, waiting for the right moment to approach.
When you're nine years old, this is what dreams are made of.
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