Those “Cars cars” are driving me nuts! A wants to own every Hotwheels-style “Cars car” they make. I’m sure I’m not alone, because I can’t seem to find them on the shelf. Someone’s buying them.
They are all A talks about and plays with. I’m tired of hearing about them. Everytime we go somewhere he wants to know if we can go to the toy department and get a “Cars car”. When I tell him there aren’t any in town, he suggests he drive to Toys R Us (a 15 mintue drive that has proved fruitless before). That does it…
“No, I’m not going anywhere else to buy Cars cars. When we are getting groceries at Walmart, we can check for them, but I’m tired of hearing about them! Stop asking me about the stinkin’ cars!” Just as I’m calming down I hear A, in his sweetest voice say, “If you just buy me the last three cars, then I wouldn’t have to talk about them anymore.”
Gak!
Did I mention that Tow Mater is called “hooker truck” in this house? It makes sense to A and C. You hook other trucks onto it. This weekend while C and A were playing cars, we overheard C say, ‘Does anyone need a hooker?” My husband snickered.
