The other day Little Man and I were at a stop light when we saw a car (shiny, new & expensive) filled with teenage boys speed through the intersection with the cross traffic.
I looked at Little Man in the rear-view and said, "Just want to let you know that Mom & Dad aren't going to buy you a brand new Volvo when you learn to drive". "I didn't have a new car, I had a used Toyota hatch-back that I helped pay for."
((geez, does that make me sound like an old geezer or what?!))
((Silence from the back seat))
So, being curious I asked...
Me: What kind of car do you want when you learn to drive.
Little Man: A Van. (without missing a beat)
Me: A what? I had heard him right but was surprised at his answer because this is what was going through my mind.
The Star Wars "Love Machine" Van.
Little Man getting ready to go pick up his date.
Over. My. Dead. Body.
But this is what he said,
Little Man: A Van. Like Grandma M.
Me: Oh, (wave of relief coming over me) you mean a mini-van?
Little Man: Yeah, cause it has buttons you can push to close the doors and that's cool.
Ahhhhh. Guess I can wait until he's 15 to REALLY panic. :D
Little Man's sweet ride.
Maybe we can still paint the Star Wars graphics on the sides. :)
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