Saturday, March 9, 2013
Sleeping with one eye open
So I took my 9 year old daughter to school the other day, and as we drove past a modern Mustang that was parked on the side of the road, I pointed it out to her. I explained to her that that sleek little car was a descendant of our very own classic Mustang.
“I’ll bet ours goes faster!” she said.
“Oh, probably not sweetheart. That little thing probably weighs half of what ours does, and ours was never really one of the Mustangs that was made to go really fast.”
“I don’t care – I like ours better anyway!”
“If you think you like it now, just wait until you are a teenager! You’re gonna hate daddy, because you’re gonna really like it then and you’re gonna want to take it, and I’m not gonna let you.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about THAT when you get old and die daddy.” She replied, grinning at me.
I’m sorta thinking I better sleep with one eye open from now on . . .