For those who are not well-acquainted with our family, or if you've not hung around us much, in say, the last three months, then the impact of "Cars" upon Caleb, and subsequently, all of us, might not be fully understood.
We live Cars.
They begin the day with us, coming out of the "garage" in Caleb's room (also known as the bookshelf), and accompanying us to breakfast where they share in whatever it is Caleb might be partaking. They accompany us to the grocery store, to Target, and everywhere in-between (except Church where they are restricted to the confines of the SUV until we return).
The collection began shortly after Caleb and Daddy watched Disney's "Cars," one Saturday morning, several months ago. Had we known the impact this small event would play on our son's life, we might have thought twice . . . Caleb and Daddy have now made "Cars" (the movie), and shopping for Cars (the di-cast models of all the movie characters) a regular part of their Saturday morning routine. (The above activities are preceded by breakfast at McDonald's.)
Mommy currently knows more about Cars than she does about almost anything . . .and yet, somehow I cannot bring myself to curb the obsession I see in Caleb. Partly because Daddy is enjoying it as much as his son, and partly because I know Caleb's derives his obsessive compulsive nature from me.
Drive on.
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