Today I took my CJ to the grocery store. As I stepped out onto the parking lot pavement, a little boy - walking with a adult male - stared at it and said,
"Dad? That's not a Wrangler. What kind of Jeep is it?"
I took my time getting the door shut so I could follow them.
Dad said, "It's an actual Jeep. You don't see those around very much any more. "
"Can we get one?" said the kid, craning his neck as the distance grew.
"Well, I had one, but now I have you and your mom. And that's even better!"
I wondered if it was possible for a child to snap its own neck. I swear his chin was between his shoulder blades.
"Tell you what. Let's talk to mom and see what she thinks."
As I caught up to them, Dad looked at me and said, "Nice Jeep. 79?" I said, "Good Eye. 1980
CJ7 "
"Sooo," I said, "Your wife....?"
"NnnnnottaChance," he said fast a softly.
I don't think those syllables registered with the kid.
We parted ways after we each grabbed a cart. I hope Dad doesn't under-estimate a mother's tendency to give the first born sometimes-lofty things they want.
-Jon