This morning, the boys and I ran to pick up Jace’s birthday cake from the bakery. On the way home, we stopped at the gas station. When I got back into the car, Jace said, “Mom! I wanted to get my cake from *that* store!” There’s a Giant Eagle (grocery store) kitty-corner from the BP, so I asked him if that’s where he meant.
“No!” he replied. “The one right there – with the red letters on it!” He said as he pointed to the “Speedway” gas station right across the street.