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The sixteen-year-old across the street just got a Mustang G-something for his birthday. According to M, this is a sixteen-year-old’s dream car. When I turned sixteen, I desperately wanted a VW Thing, so clearly, this wasn’t my dream.
It’s supposed to go fast.
My boys are in awe of this toy, with its dual exhausts that make a lot of (unnecessary) noise. They sit in their Jeep, Sam in the driver’s seat, both making that vroom! vroom! boy noise. They wave fiercely at the neighbor boy (see Nate’s raised hand in the picture)–nice kid that he is, he waves back at them. They play with the dials and buttons on the Jeep, trying to make the same Mustang noises.
And, inevitably, they want to vroom off too. Which is a problem since Elisabeth is inevitably in front of the car. And real Jeep vrooming makes Nate nervous.
Oh, and Sam is a really crazy driver.
I hope we get that remedied before he wants a real car in about a dozen years.
And I hope he choses a VW Thing as his first car.