And the Tire Went Whishhhh

It was Sunday so Mama, Little Guy and Sunshine got up early and went to church. It's important to go to church. There were a lot of people there. The big choir joined the praise band, then the hand bell ladies came out. It was awesome!

Sunday school follows contemporary church. Mama goes to the adult class. Sunshine goes to the youth class. Little Guy goes to the children's class. One day he wants to go to Sunshine's class just to see. Little Guy doesn't think they have as much fun in their class as he has in his class.

After class Mama collected her babies and they headed home for lunch. Gran and Grandaddy were already there. They go to senior church and Sunday school. When Mama opened the car door, they all heard a loud noise. Mama looked around. Sunshine started sniffing. Little Guy checked out Grandaddy's van. Oh, no! It was coming from a tire on Mama's car.

Mama rushed inside and quickly changed clothes. She grabbed the shop keys and started running. Gran tried to stop her but she didn't slow down. She wanted to get the car jacked up before the tire went completely flat.

Gran sent out a mayday call to Grandaddy. He came out to the shop. He wasn't ruffled at all. It was a good thing. Mama was ruffled enough for everyone. Grandaddy calmly told her just to drive the car to the shop and they'd jack it up there. Grandaddy has some pretty big jacks.

Once Mama had her reading glasses on, it was easy to see where the trouble was. Air was just gushing out of one spot. Grandaddy took the tire off. A big piece of metal was stuck way down in the tire. Mama wanted to know if the tire could be fixed. Grandaddy shook his head. Apparently really big holes aren't easy to fix.

Grandaddy put the spare tire on. It's a big tire and not one of those little ones that only are supposed to get you to the tire store. Grandaddy doesn't like those little tires. Mama sighed. She wasn't counting on buying new tires until the fall. It may not wait. A whishing tire is not a good thing at all.

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