A Boy After My Heart...

Once upon a time I had a baby boy who liked cars. Among other boy stuff, that is.

I soon realized I had to come up with more than just to make line after spiffy little line of these guys.

But boy did I like lining up those little cars. By size....by color...by category. It spoke to my soul. I could make sense of the 100+ cars that Joseph had. Some new and some inherited from his dad. It gave me purpose.

It gave me something to do when he and I hadn't quite yet mastered the va-room, va-roooom, tires screeching, crashing, racing noises, although I might manage an occasional one on a whim.

Then we learned how to make those noises, and race on homemade raceway courses, and fly down homemade ramps, and generally have a really good time with these tiny little cars.

What is it with hot wheels and little boys, anyway?

Then one day not too long ago, I look over and bless my weary soul and sore eyes...I see him making his first official line of cars!

He's a kid after my heart. He knows how nice organized lines and straightened toys make my heart sing. Now he seems to enjoy making his own spiffy little lines as much as crashing and zooming them across the kitchen floor.

What a cool little dude.