Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Boys and their Toys
It starts young. Very young.
Since our big people mover suburban broke down, we had to use my husband's commuter car to transport the family on Sunday. Our curly headed toddler boy had never been in this car, simply because it isn't practical to move the carseat. But he had always liked it. The car is loud and looks cool, having been souped up by some young-uns before we got it. The sound was always the herald of Dad having arrived home.
So when we put him in it, he said, "Fast fast! Vroom Vroom!" We'd never heard those words before from him. He laughed and bounced the whole time he was in the car, saying Vroom, Vroom!
BTW, the suburban will be fixed tomorrow. Yay! ¶ 8:16 PM
It starts young. Very young.
Since our big people mover suburban broke down, we had to use my husband's commuter car to transport the family on Sunday. Our curly headed toddler boy had never been in this car, simply because it isn't practical to move the carseat. But he had always liked it. The car is loud and looks cool, having been souped up by some young-uns before we got it. The sound was always the herald of Dad having arrived home.
So when we put him in it, he said, "Fast fast! Vroom Vroom!" We'd never heard those words before from him. He laughed and bounced the whole time he was in the car, saying Vroom, Vroom!
BTW, the suburban will be fixed tomorrow. Yay! ¶ 8:16 PM
