So AV wanders in the room today and says, “Mom, when I get a car.” Then he stops because he wanted to make sure he had my attention. Let me assure you he did. At 13 now, you have to wonder when the teen-age mind will kick in. I’m already filling in the blank. “I want it to be a Smart car” . . . . “I want it to be able to haul another car”. . . . “I want it to have 40 cup holders….”
He earnestly gazes into my eyes. “I want a yellow car.”
One of my eyebrows goes up. Then my mouth twitches. “Why?”
“Because when all the pollen comes, I don’t want my car to look really bad.”
Yeah. The pollen is really bad and my son is nothing but practical.