In the months before Mazen was born, I was touched to receive some Grandma presents.
Note the set of matchbox trucks and cars above.
Maze is now twenty-two months. My clever grandson has learned to attach “MY” to his nouns.
So I tell him these are Grammie’s.
But I’ll share.
I just bought a bigger set. I let Maze help me unpack them.
You can get twenty way cool cars and trucks for sixteen dollars. That’s less than I pay for Supergoop CC Cream to cover my age spots.
These shiny vehicles are more fun and easier to use than the CC cream too.
The trucks are my favorite, maybe because Maze is now deep into trucks.
“Big truck,” he yells when we spot one on our walks.
I’d like to say it was menopause that sparked my passion for trucks.
How well would that fit with the theme of the blog? Estrogen takes a nosedive, and your enthusiasm for trucks skyrockets.
But no doubt my new found love for trucks was sparked by another M word.
I’m thinking of getting the emergency vehicle set next.
I’ve got to perfect my siren sound first. Maze does a better firetruck than I do.
MY summer project!
MY new goal!
PS. It’s lucky that Maze can do a great siren. He’ll be playing on this giant firetruck on the playground of his preschool in the fall. Wee-ooo, Wee-ooo.