Curiosity gets you no where

Today while driving the mini-van in front of me had one of those family sticker things. You know the kind with the little stick figures showing how many people are in the family. This particular one had a puppy, a little baby (with a bow in its stick figure hair), a boy, a girl, a mom, and a scraped off dad.

I moved closer to the bumper so I could get a better look. Yep, the dad stick figure had been scraped off. It's not like it fell off or was attacked by the windshield wiper, it had been picked off so that a little adhesive and a leg remained.

What happened to dad? Was it something horrific like he died in a car accident? Did he not make it through chemo? Did he lose his life in Iraq?

Or was it something less dramatic. Did mom catch him cheating and along with tossing his clothes out on the front lawn she also ripped his characakture from her soccer mom-mobile? Did dad up and leave one night and took his stick man with him too?

After the light turned green I drove up to the side of the van because I wanted to look inside. The lady driving looked uberstressed out. Her nose was about 2 inches from the steering wheel and she was very focused on her cell phone.

The next light turned red and we both stopped at the front. Had I just been in a random city on my way through town I would have rolled down my window and ushered her to do the same. I then would have asked her...dude! what happened to the dad stick figure?!?

But alas, I'm in my new town and chances are I'd run into this lady at the pediatricians office or something and my weirdo flag would proudly wave for all to see.

It's killing me though...what happened to dad?