a new beetle car
Sunday, July 31st, 2011Today Nora’s Granny gave an Irish breakfast (a proper fry at the crack of noon). At some point the topic of my old VW Beetle came up and its rather unfortunate and untimely loss. I loved that car. It got 25 miles to the gallon (of gasoline) and something like 20 miles to the pint (of oil). I once traded apples for motor oil at a rest stop near Novi just so I could get home without my engine seizing up.
After hearing of the car’s untimely loss, Nora turned to me, put her hand on my arm, looked earnestly up into my eyes, and we had the following conversation:
Nora: I will get you a new Beetle car, daddy.
Me: oh, thank you, sweetie!
Nora: I will get you a new Beetle car. It will have to be when I’m a grown-up so I can drive it to you.
Me: *sniff* *tears up*
Nora: And you can drive it everywhere. You can drive it to work!
Me: thank you, honey, that’s very sweet.
Nora: *hand still on arm* what’s your favorite color, Daddy?
Me: green
Nora: I will get you a green Beetle car, daddy. When I am a grown-up.
*sniff*

