Everbody needs a binky.

No photo today, but this one had to be written down.

Running errands, we drove through a short tunnel. A motorcycle was in the lane next to us. Temps are in the upper 80s, and with no A/C in the car, our windows were rolled down. As the roars of the motorcycle engine reverbated off the tunnel walls, Nora raised a wail of protest. She hates loud noises, still.

As it sped into the distance, she said unhappily, "Sy-ko, YOWD?"

"Yes Nora, that motorcycle was very loud!"

"Sy-ko, deedee IN?!"

[giggles] "Yes, Nora. That motorcycle certainly does need to put his binky in."