The Best Ever Car
The Boy likes cars. He especially likes race cars. He has almost 30 Fisher Price Wheelies cars with two ramp play-sets and Zig the big rig. They litter the floor like a used auto lot and turn up in the strangest places: behind the toilet, in the dishwasher, in the litter box (was thoroughly sanitized afterwards) in the bed somehow right after you’ve changed the sheets. We even got him a play-mat from Ikea on which there are roads where he can drive his plethora of vehicles. The Mommy even carries one or two with her everywhere she and The Boy go because he likes to drive them on everything and it keeps him quiet when quiet is required.
One of his favorite movies is Pixar’s Cars. He watches it at least once a week. He’s got several versions of Lightning McQueen to drive. One of them even drives itself after being shaken. He even had a Cars themed birthday party with a 3D cake shaped like Lightning McQueen and 6 mini-Mater cupcake cakes all hand decorated by my Wife and Sister.
So when I say, “The Boy likes cars,” you have some idea of what we’re dealing with.
I have mentioned before that I am into Lego. Huge understatement. The Boy does enjoy the brick, not as much as I would like, but especially likes when he can, surprise, drive them around. He’s not much of a builder yet, but he certainly has a good time pushing various creations of mine across the floor. He has several fully realized Duplo vehicles like a dump truck, a garbage truck and a farm tractor but sometimes I will build him a Duplo train, which is fun because it weaves all across the floor, or any manner of stacked bricks on the wheel bases. One night we had a great time ramming them through walls of loosely stacked bricks so they would collapse. I would barely get 2 or 3 stacked up before he would attempt to knock them over. That went on for an hour.
I told you all of that to tell you this. A few months ago I put together a crude fire truck out of his Duplo. When I say crude I mean only a two-year old could really conceptualize that this blocky mass could in any way be construed as a vehicle much less a fire truck. It was red and yellow and had wheels, similarities end. The Boy thought it was great though and drove it around for a while before being distracted by some shiny thing or other and moving on. Amazingly the “fire truck” has remained assembled. It had made its way up to The Boy’s bedroom and he would occasionally play with it in the crib after naps when it was left within his reach. Today when we went to get him after nap he had the “fire truck” in his hands and said, “This is the best ever car!” He may not really believe that or even understand what he is saying, but that was pretty special for a few moments. The “fire truck” that I built for him months ago surpassed all the other modes of transportation as the Best Ever.
High fives for me.
Daddy On The Fly 
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