The last few days it's been kinda cool in Newmarket (just north of Toronto
for those not familiar with this part of the Great White North), ranging
8-15 degrees C but really bright and beautiful. In other words, perfect
fall days. David, my 21 month old son has fallen madly in love with the
"widdle car" and talks about it incessantly. Last week he received a yellow
sportscar of indeterminate make and model, containing Bert and Ernie, from
his grandparents and has spent all his time "fixing" it with his toy hammer
and screwdriver.
All this unbearable cuteness aside, he seems to understand the importance of
such beautiful days as he won't let me go out now without taking him along.
Since I drive the TR6 to work this is usually not a good idea, but when I
return home in the evening he's at the door just dying to come sit in it for a
few minutes.
This morning he came to me at 7:00 a.m. with his coat and hat (still not
sure how he managed to get them from the closet, but suspect big sisters
played a part in this) and *demanded* we go in the "widdle car". With the
sun barely up yet we dropped the top, climbed in (he in his car seat) with
hats and coats protecting us from the *cool* temps and off we went for an
hour's drive to look at the colours and watch the sun come up.
It was great. David thought so too. Now it must be understood that he's
not thrilled about going in any other car (don't know anyone who would be
thrilled by a minivan) but he *loves* the lbc. That one hour this morning
justified the car's purchase (as if there were ever any doubts). Seems to
me I'll have to start looking for another in about 12 years, once he's old
enough to drive. By the way, this is not to suggest the girls won't get a
shot at it, especially as they're much closer to driving age (10 and 13),
but both are ardent country music-holics and think 4WD pickup trucks are
*much* more fun. That's just fine with David and me!
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