I knew it would happen someday.
His name is Garrett, and he lives two houses down. I knew they were friends, but yesterday, he came over and asked if she could come and ride his motorcycle. That’s when it started to dawn on me–this may be something a little more serious than a friendship.
So, I let her ride with him. She hopped on the back, and away they went, down the sidewalk on his little blue Harley (seriously–it’s a Harley), and a dizzying 500 feet per hour. But what really got me to thinking that this might be getting serious was when they got to the end of Garrett’s driveway. He turned the bike around, hopped off, and let her drive. Uh oh. I don’t know much about bikers, but when a boy lets a girl actually drive his bike, I think that’s an indication of a possible serious relationship.
So, up & down the sidewalk they go. Then she stops in front of his driveway. Then he asked her if she wanted to drive his car. Oh yeah, she liked that idea. So he drags out a little red T-Bird. Then he says “Oh wait, it needs gas!” So he pulls out a little gas pump. My daughter, being the good little feminist that she is, insists on pumping it herself.
The car only has room for one, though. So she hops in, and he hops back on the Harley. Down the sidewalk they go again, her running the T-Bird with her feet, him following right behind her on the Harley.
Then they pulled up in our driveway. Garrett spotted the Dianasaur’s dump truck. “Hey!” he says. “I’ve got one just like that!” He races home, and runs back a minute later with his dump truck, and sure enough, they’re exactly the same.
Then, the moment came. “I’ve got a booboo on my knee,” says Garrett to the Dianasaur. “Wanna see?” “Yeah!” she says. So he pulls up his pant leg and proudly displays his booboo, which is actually almost healed. “I’ve got a booboo too!” says Dianasaur. “It’s on my lip. I fell down yesterday!” She sticks out her lower lip, and shows him the spot where her tooth cut her lip, when she fell into the windowframe while climbing on the back of the loveseat. Garrett was mightily impressed. And that was when I realized that it was true love. You only show your booboos to someone really special.
Garrett is a younger man. He’s 3, and the Dianasaur is 4. He seems impressed by her worldliness, and she really digs his toys. I think it’ll last, though. I mean, they’ve got matching dump trucks. How can a relationship that starts like that possibly go wrong?
thats funny Purse!! 