Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Aren't I A Fun Driver
Of all the Christmas presents under our tree, this one was the most difficult to wrap. While Allie was thrilled with her new Christmas ride, I don't think anyone expected her dog Jodi to be quite as excited as she was. All day long we could hear a continuous whirrrr outside the window as Allie and Jodi traveled up and down the street. Jodi was the envy of every dog.
This Barbie style golf cart comes with street glow lighting, cell phone holder and a series of mirrors, none of which actually face the road or oncoming obstacles, but are strategically positioned so that Allie can view herself as she flies down the road. She took me for a ride around the neighborhood and we flew over speed bumps and rounded corners while Jodi maintained perfect balance and I struggled to hang on. We flew down a side street and crashed though rain puddles with Allie and Jodi smiling the whole time. I was frozen from the damp cold air and the occasional string of dog slobber that would fly in my face and I secretly hoped we were headed back to our house. Just as we turned towards the warmth of home, Allie veered down a side street leading away from our house, flew through another puddle and exclaimed with great pride and a giant smile, "Aren't I a fun driver!"
I instantly pictured her at sixteen, flying through town in a convertible, with a car full of friends, all having a great time because of Allie's "fun" driving skills. Suddenly, I wished the golf cart ride would never end and we could just stay stuck at this age for a while longer. I realize that one day Jodi will be replaced with a girl Allie's age and the golf cart will be a thing of the past. I can only pray that Allie is a safe driver and not a fun one. I should probably start saving for a steel framed tank with no mirrors, a hands free telephone system and special seat in the back for Jodi.