Usually weekends feel like they fly by, and Monday morning arrives and I'm all sad because I wish I had an extra day to spend with my guys.
It's Monday morning right now, and I do still wish I had an extra day, of course I do...but this weekend we did it right. Honestly, we packed so much into the past two days that it felt like an entire summer's worth of...
well...
sprinting.
My son is obsessed with cars. And I don't use the word "obsessed" here lightly: over the past two months, each and every trip to CVS has resulted in the purchase of one of the items that you see above (have to say, though, I'm rather proud of his classic tastes when it comes to vehicle selection; above please note two Mustangs, a Bug and a Lamborghini).
When sitting at an outdoor restaurant, this is how the conversation goes, always:
<Frantic pointing>
Me: That's a car. That's a truck. Car. Van. Car. Car. Car. Big red car. Bus. Truck."
Now that's talent.
