I have to find a picture of the car. I don't know what it's called. but it's even more miniature than a Cooper Mini. It looks like a nose without a face. Really! But a cute nose, if you can picture that. But that isn't even the whole thing that has me in a whirl.

I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and pulled up into the spot next this (my little Isuzu Rodeo actually dwarfed it - ha!). As I pulled up, the proud new owner was climbing out of it. The usual joke here would be a giant of a man squeezed in as tight as can be. But no, the man standing next to the car was just as miniature as the car was. Not a midget, but a dwarf - proportioned like everyone else, but on a smaller scale and none of the apparent physical ailments that plague the life of a midget.

When I saw him standing there, proudly beaming at his automobile, all I could think was "a miniature car for a miniature man." But I had to be polite because he saw me looking the car over and smiled. "It's cute," I said, "and must be amazingly easy on fuel." He beamed even brighter (not sure how, but he did) and responded that it was too new yet to tell for sure, but he thought it would be.

I smiled, nodded, and rushed into the store to buy groceries for my visit with January and Devin (and the fetus) for T-Day. And very carefully did not blurt it out to January while we were talking when I was still shopping.

I have got to find a picture of that car.