When my son was very little, he used to like to ride in The "Rot Rod", an old 68 Camaro with a 427/4 speed. I had him one day and we went riding. I took him to McDonalds. I got bored and we went to a parking lot so I could see if he would like doing donuts just for laughs.
Here is where the McDonalds thing becomes important.
He loved the donuts. The McDonalds in his belly AND the Donuts, however, did not agree with each other.
Invision, if you will, a 2 year old spinning about in the back seat of a 68 Camaro while strapped in his baby seat. Laughing and hollering and having a great time. Imagine then looking back in the rear view mirror in Horror as your young son projectile pukes as the centrifigal force lays his head back and he hurls on himself and the package tray of your car. It was in his hair and all in the corners of the package tray.
I had to remove all the trim, the speakers, the board, all of it.
I sold that car about two weeks later. I got a cat to take a dump in it to make it smell better before I sold it.
I get to speak to my son now about twice a week while he is at College. Frank said it best, the days will disappear like dust in the wind, so enjoy them.
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Jim
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