hi there.How on Earth did you end up next to a tiger? Must be a good story there! What can you share about singing? Have a favorite composer? OK, that’s enough questions for now!
When I was 2 years old, my grandmother came to help take care of me while my father had surgery. My father had an older-than-dirt green pickup truck with CHEVROLET spelled in big white letters on the tailgate. I was just learning to read a few words at this ripe old age, so one day when my grandmother and I were walking around the yard (ok, Granny was walking – I was doing that groovy toddler waddle), my grandmother pointed at the truck tailgate and said to me, “My dear, can you spell that?” I promptly started rattling off the letters. “C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T.”
“Wonderful, sweetheart! Now what does that spell?”
So folks, here’s your lesson for the day: C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T spells “truck”, and cheetahs look just like tigers. I mean, I totally thought I was petting a tiger until the cheetah set me straight.