Notes from the Car Pool Lane

I’ve been picking up my twin nephews from kindergarten a few days a week this year.  They are hilarious and adorable and say the funniest things.  Now that school is over I am going to miss those boys and all those things they say.    I wish I had written more of them down, because six year olds are seriously funny.  But, hilarity aside, I have noticed a strange phenomonon as I wait in the carpool line outside the school each day.

[  I thought it would be creepy to take a picture of the carpool line, so I borrowed one.  image ]

There are probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 cars in line each day to pick up their kindergarteners (not these cars… this isn’t an all mercedes kindergarten)  And every day, without fail the first 13 cars are either white or another light non color (light gray/silver/pale tan/champagne).  Every day.  No reds, blacks, dark grays or blues at the front.  Ever.  I’m not sure what that means about punctuality and personality type and how that fits into a ratio about most desired car color, but it’s strange really…