![]() 11/13/2013 at 10:19 • Filed to: BMW, Proud | ![]() | ![]() |
This was our exchange this morning in the car on the way to school:
Son: "Papa, I want you to go fast."
Me: "We're already going pretty fast. Look, we just passed this car!"
Son: "No, I want to
really
go fast."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Son: "Push the 'fast' button."
The 'fast' button is apparently putting the transmission into DS by pushing the stick to the left.
So proud!
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It never ceases to amaze me how observant kids can be. Unless they need to find their shoes.
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Hah! Ain't that the truth.
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or socks..
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Whenever I'm met with that inevitable "Why would you want a car that fast? It's not like you can use it anywhere legally..." I respond with "Were you never a child? Don't you get that little thrill of excitement at the sheer G-force of acceleration?"
I think we could all be a little bit more 4 year-old
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My son, who is a non speaking autistic 12-year-old, loves riding with dad. He learned, on his own, to point emphatically when we are driving on a twisty road so that I would run the M3 at the curves in a spirited fashion. He loves doing that.
There are some badly engineered hills near our house and one of them is shockingly made so a vehicle can actually leave the road briefly, or feel like it has. He loves that place too.
The WRX is different, no real seat of the pants acceleration but still fun to run some curves in. Just wait til the warranty expires, kid.
He cannot say the words, but he a jalop, oh yes.
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Or their schoolbag.
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That's so awesome!! That just goes to show the joy that driving brings. My boy loves hills like that too, it "makes his tummy feel funny."
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You know which ones they are, some friends like the fun driving stuff, some don't. I try not to scare my passengers when I am out driving for stress relief.
When my son was very, very little we would pack him in the car and drive around the neighborhood until he went to sleep (on nights where he couldn't settle down). worked like a charm.