My ten-year-old son is already contemplating getting his first wheels. He's ready to drive. Or so he thinks. He's been taking a look at different car models, trying to determine which car he'd like. So far, he seems to have an affinity for sports cars. No surprise there.
Yesterday, we were driving around, and he noticed a very nice-looking vehicle. "Mama, what's that?" he asked.
"A Lamborghini," I answered.
"I want one of those for my first car," he said. "Would you buy it for me?"
I tried not to have a heartache. "Dude. There is no way I'm buying that for your first car or your last car!"
I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw his puzzled look. "But why not?" he asked.
"Because your Mama doesn't have money for one of those. So you'd better get a good job. Because if you ever get a Lamborghini, you're going to have to buy it yourself!"
(And then maybe he can buy me one, too!)