My son is OBSESSED with Mustangs (the car).
Whenever we’re driving, he points out every single one that passes us.
I drove my husband to the airport for a business trip and our son was in the backseat. I was telling my husband about the bank his father had given The Boy and that The Boy was saving up for a Mustang and had asked me how much one cost.
Me: I told him it was a couple of thousand dollars.
Steve: You mean a couple of tens of thousands of dollars.
Me: It doesn’t matter to him. He’s nowhere close to having even one thousand dollars.
Noah: Well, I will be getting a Mustang soon, you know.
Me: Soon? Really? How do you figure that?
Noah: I am almost 16.
Me: You’re almost 16?
Noah: Yeah. Look, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17…16…see? I’m almost 16.