Corvette

A scrapbook page of N. in 2001 before his 1st birthday.

It serves as proof positive that when you don't think your kids listen all the time to you, you are WRONG!

I have a naughty habit of saying that I should find an old fart with a big bank account and a bad heart who drives a Corvette. I say it each time we see a Corvette. We live near a Corvette shop. Often when we pass a Corvette on the road {in my area of the country, anyway} it is quite often an "old fart" driving.

(Please note: I mean no disrespect to all you Corvette drivers, young and old, out there!! My Dad and 3 brothers are all Corvette lovers and have been owners at different times in their lives. My brother M. even worked years ago for the above mentioned shop before he opened his own.)

Back to the story-

This morning as I tried to find jeans (it has gone quickly from shorts to jeans weather here) for N. to wear to school (everything is being outgrown with every blink of my eye) I decided on a pair that I hoped would fit for another day or two.

Here's the conversation...

"Mom, would you call these- 'too short'?" [As he stands before me wearing said jeans with his ankles absolutely visible!]

"I would call that- 'stop growing so much'!"

"But Mom, if I don't grow then how can I grow up to be an old fart that drives a Corvette!!!!!!"