So, if you know me, you know I love yellow. I think it started with my obsession with rubber ducks, but now its evolved into a general love for the color and all its happy, positive vibes. And I’m picky about my yellow. I don’t do mustard or citron. It has to be creamy, dreamy yellow.
My son has picked this up. I didn’t brain-wash him into the obsession, but he just loves all things yellow.
Between that and his obsession with cars, we have a yellow car issue we’re dealing with.
We own every yellow hot wheel car ever made, I think. We also own just about every hot wheel car that has traces of yellow on it (for when we can’t locate a pure yellow one on the rack). My son can spot a yellow car ANYWHERE. I’ve been coerced into taking many a detour just so we can drive past the yellow cars in our neighborhood.
Heaven help any kid who tries to “share” his yellow cars. Heaven help any kid who wants to use the yellow car at the San Antonio Do-Seum. This kid has a problem.
I kind of hope he never grows out of it. Though I’m definitely not buying him a yellow car when he’s 16.
….Who am I kidding. I’d totally be down with that. I’d probably trade my mini-van for his sweet yellow ride.