William is my car guy. He loves cars and trucks. He has loved them for almost two years, which is the majority of his young life so far. I keep thinking he will move onto the next phase, but instead his car fever intensifies by the week.
I took this picture right around the time he turned three years old. "MOMMY!" William had exclaimed, "Look at this car! This car is the coolest car I've ever seen!!!!!!"
"The coolest car you've ever seen, huh?" I replied.
"YES!" William grinned from ear to ear as he balanced the red and gray car on his outstretched palm so I could admire its obvious coolness.
Several months later, William's favorite TV show is still Mighty Machines, he is a constant admirer of things that move as we drive around town, and he always has a small collection of cars with him. But he still calls that one "My coolest car."
We attended a city parade shortly after our move, and William had the people around us laughing each time any vehicle came around the corner because he'd exclaim (never with lessening enthusiasm) "I REALLY like that car!"
"You'd better watch out," one man said to me after William drooled over a few Porsche convertibles, "that boy has expensive taste!"
A few days ago, I went on a walk with William and James and we saw a police car sitting by the side of the road with its lights on, a huge tow truck that was winching a smashed pick-up truck onto its bed, a tractor tilling dirt, a dump truck, a cement truck, and countless other construction-type vehicles. The two boys were in heaven as we stopped to watch some of these vehicles. The tow truck captivated them both for at least ten minutes--neither child made a peep or moved, seemingly afraid they would miss something.
And now, the only problem is that James is getting old enough to have a preference of which car he plays with. William's least favorite is not good enough anymore!
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