Jackson has taught me something. Well, many things, but this one thing for sure. Car guys are not made, they are born. His first word was not mama or dada, it was car. His first friends were two cars in each hand. As we walk down our street for our daily walk, he tells me about the cars, each and every one. Blue car, white car, race car, monster truck. When Daddy asked if he wanted to help wash the car, he ran and giggled with delight behind him. Then the noise he made when he saw the hood open…well let’s just say it is SUCH a guy noise. Funny thing is, he is only two.
