We live in the country. This means boys, at a young age, get some sort of ride atop motorized vehicle with which they rip up their mother's flowers gardens and make their dad's proud.
Baby Boy got a tractor last summer, which I imagined would last him until he got a driver's license. Well, the damn thing lost its Reverse gear and the now bare tires unapologetically spin on the pavement unable to get traction.
My favorite noise, followed by, "MAMA, I'M 'TUCK!!!"
The older boy across the street has a much beefier ATV. It is quite the envy of the neighborhood, and since my son is the only other boy on the street, you do the math.
The ATV appeared at the end of their driveway yesterday with an optimistic "For Sale $350.00" sign on it.
About every ten minutes the price either drops or it inches closer to the top of our driveway.
It is one of the few times I am glad Baby Boy can't read.