Recently while we were driving through town, my sweet 10 yr. old son did a quick head turnaround and yelled out to me, “Mom, look! Wow, she’s BEEAAAUTIFUL!!!”
I have to admit, I got this kind of uneasy feeling in the pit of stomach, almost afraid to turn to see who he had noticed. In just a split second, so many thoughts whirled through my mind, “when did he grow up? and where was I? how many other times had he noticed someone beautiful? who would he end up marrying, and when???”
I snapped back to reality and made myself look. There “she” sat, by the side of the road. A beautiful yellow lamborghini.
He does have great taste in cars though. (: