KnytLite asked me what kind of car I liked the other day.
He knows I’ve been looking. Not seriously – not yet anyway – but he’s heard me talking about the eventuality of buying another car. There’s nothing wrong with ours right now…not that we’re aware of, at least. But we’ve been a one-car family for a long time and it’s not something we can sustain much longer, I don’t think.
So he asked me what kind of car I liked. But the conversation didn’t turn interesting until the MiniNess spoke up.
“I want one of those kinds of cars that has a bathtub in the back,” she said. I blinked at her.
“Yeah. It’s like a bathtub. There’s this sort of box on the back and it looks kind of like a bathtub.”
My wife smiled at me. I was clueless. Completely.
“Here,” MiniNess said, “I’ll show you from the car box.”
The car box is a cardboard box sitting in the hallway on a metal shelving unit we’ve used to store some of their toys. Ness thought it would help the kids learn to put their toys away in the right place if they had a specific box for their toys. So, we have the creatures box – full of toys like rubber snakes, spiders, unidentifiable aliens, plastic tigers and lions, things which are roughly woodland creatures, etc – and the Star Wars box – filled with all manner of Lucasfilms Ltd. licensed products, of course – and this one is the cars box. It’s full of – you guessed it – toy cars.
I heard the clatter and rattle of toys tossed about as she fished through the myriad miniature autos. “Yyyyesss!” she sounded, and bounced back into the room with something in her hand.
“See?” she said, and held the toy out to me. “It’s like a bathtub in the back.”
A pickup truck is what she handed me.
My little girl, my princess, wants a pickup truck. And she’s not quite six.
It’s going to be a long, long teenage period…