For someone who isn’t a car person, I talk about cars a lot. My son is to thank. When we walk to school, the entire conversation is my son pointing to each car and announcing what it is.
“Peugeot, Renault, Vauxhall, Range Rover, Jaguar, Volkswagan, Ford, Fiat, Mercedes-Benz…”
If I’m walking along on my own, I find myself doing the same thing. A (nearly) 5 year old boy can get away with it. I sound like Rain Man.
He loves BMWs because the symbol reminds him of Ben 10 for some reason. He is desperate for us to buy one. It’s an expensive and somewhat over-the-top bit of pester power. Has anyone bought the car their five year old wants? I don’t see too many of these driving around.
As much as I loved my car in Sydney, I’m enjoying not having one here. I don’t miss faffing about with tyres (although my husband did the faffing), buying fuel, all that registration business (my husband too), having to compare car insurance (alright yes that was my husband), etc. But try telling that to darling son. He is noticing who else has a car and is starting to feel hard done by.
Monday: “Joe’s mummy has a car.”
Tuesday: “Connor’s mummy has a car.”
Wednesday: “Alfie’s mummy has a car.”
Thursday: “Davey’s mummy has a car.”
Friday: “Max’s mummy has a car.”
I made the mistake of telling him we’ll buy a car when we move back to Sydney. I have been thinking about it lately, just wondering what sort of car I’ll get. But why on earth did I tell him??
Thursday 4:00pm: “Will our new car have big flames painted on the sides?”
Thursday 4:01pm: “Will our new car have a big lightning bolt on the bonnet?”
Thursday 4:02pm: “Will our new car turn into a boat when you tell it to?”
Thursday 4:03pm: “Will our new car melt when it goes into a volcano? Hope not.”
Thursday 4:04pm: “Will our new car be able to fit the whole world into it?”
This is a sponsored post. Please don’t be annoyed, I need the money. Plus I didn’t talk about car insurance for that long, did I?
This November, I’m writing one post every day as part of NaBloPoMo.