Understand, most of the plates here in Toronto begin with an A or a B and are prone to a strange insufficiency of vowels; and so, although there aren’t likely many words to be found, the perfect parent is forever alert to a Learning Opportunity.
“A–Y–R–E,” asks Nola. “What’s that?”
“It’s what you put in your TYRES!”
. . .
I swear, I’m wasting my best material on a six-year-old.
Believe it or not, you can read more stories about license plates here and here. I picked the photos for this story from the extensive collection of Jerry Wood.