A quick review:
Last week I discovered that Sam was really a laid-back kid.
A couple weeks ago, I lamented that my kids don’t like toys.
Everything has changed.
Sam got a motorized Jeep for his third birthday. Apparently everyone else has heard of these–I guess there’s also a Barbie model.
To a kid who spends all his free-time pretending to drive and pretending to be a daddy, there’s no greater joy than a vehicle that actually moves. This is the same kid, after all, who crawls into the driver’s seat (after I’ve safely parked the van in the garage and removed my keys) to pretend drive. I can unload an entire trip to Costco, and Sam will still be playing “driver.”
So when he pushed the gas pedal, and his Jeep actually moved, well, there was whooping, screaming–and probably whiplash as Sam tried to master the tricky art of smooth acceleration.
Unfortunately rain from Hurricane Alex has kept us inside since he got the Jeep, but that doesn’t stop him from asking about it every hour or so.
Love at last–and he’s only three-years-old.
