Your 3rd birthday, this past Saturday, marked the first birthday of yours where you’ve been old enough to truly decide for yourself what you wanted to buy with a gift card.
And you instantly knew what you wanted to buy: a remote control truck.
The proud smile on your face in this picture says it all.
As Mommy and I took our time looking for Christmas gifts for your cousin Calla, you so patiently (!) followed us around; never saying a word or begging to leave.
Instead, you toted around that remote control monster truck; the box was as nearly as big as you are.
You were so happy to be getting a “big boy toy.”
Honestly, I was a bit surprised you wanted such a complicated toy.
Or maybe you actually are old enough to want a remote control toy?
Once we got home, we wasted no time whatsoever tearing the box apart.
While you definitely wanted me to teach you right away how to use the remote control to make it go, about ten minutes later you were on the ground, pushing the thing across the carpet.
Sure, it was fun for you getting to drive your new remote control monster truck across your parking lot of Hot Wheels, but I suppose you missed the hands on experience of pushing a toy and making the motor sounds yourself.
The most fun part of it for me was hiding the remote control behind my back while you played with your truck on the carpet, then making it suddenly drive away from you, then having it come back charging at you.
I cracked up at your response the first time I did that:
“Daddy, it moves by itself!”
Your innocent answer made me so happy. Plus, I loved helping you suspend your belief that this toy truck really does have a mind of its own.
The remote control, as far as you’re concerned, is optional.
My favorite song on Country music radio right now is one about a man whose brother was killed in the war and who drives around his brother’s pick-up truck as a form of therapy.
You’ve heard Mommy and I sing “I Drive Your Truck” by Lee Brice enough times that you started singing it too.
However, I feel that your version of the song misses the sentimental and emotional aspect that songwriters Jessi Alexander, Connie Harrington, and Jimmy Yeary intended.
Your version is more of a lighthearted comedy:
“I drive you truck… it was accident!”
Whether you unintentionally rewrote the lyrics on the spot or whether you honestly thought those were the words, I can’t not laugh when you sing it.
The funniest part about it is how you assume you did something wrong, by mistake.
I picture you beboppin’ around a parking lot, stepping in to someone else’s truck, and driving to the other side of town before realizing… you have the wrong truck! And I picture all of this happening with you being your current age and height.
As your vocabulary is expanding, you are learning new words to fill in the blanks when you don’t know what the right words are. This story is a great example of that.
One phase you’ve recently picked up is, “Are you kidding me?”
You haven’t quite got the expression of it down, though. When you say it, it’s more monotone, but then you laugh at yourself for saying something you know will make Mommy and me laugh, even if you don’t know why we think it’s funny.
I see how you are figuring out in your head how to be a comedian. Strangely, one of your first cases involves a very good, but not funny, Country song.