Last summer, Tata started teaching Gatito to recognize various car brands. By now, he doesn’t even need the logos. For some magical reason, he can tell from the shape. Over Christmas, he identified a Ford on the ground from seven stories up in our hotel room, and a VW from the back whose symbol had fallen off.
Still, nobody has told him that some cars are better than others and believe me, A and Tata and I all drive very modest cars.
A couple of weeks ago, while getting ready to go home from the playground, we mentioned something about Gatito going on the porch. We couldn’t figure out why he happily ran towards the parking lot, until we got him into the car and he started howling. Turns out he was terribly disappointed because he thought he was going home in a Porsche.
Yesterday, when my mom came to take care of him, I was worried because he’d been crying when we go to work ever since our vacation. Silly me. He was too busy putting on his hat and insisting it was time to go out in Grandma’s Mercedes to even notice that we were leaving.
My mom sent this note today:
Can’t stop thinking about Gatito, who has stolen my heart. Cute, smart, curious, impish and all-around adorable.
I’m so glad that they had a chance to bond. Something good came out of yesterday after all.
Oh good! This makes me feel better about the fact that my kids identify all cars as trucks. Except they can’t pronounce the word.
I remember a little kid who didn’t say “these are my pants” but rather “these are my Calvins” ha! Maybe he just knows the Merc is prettier?
too funny about the porsche! glad to see that he and grandma had a nice time together =)
Some people are born with taste…he he he