Sam is in love with anything with wheels. Driving past a construction site will send him over the moon and he spends every single morning at his train table.
Two days ago we found that my car had decided to not start anymore. This morning I called a shop and arranged for a tow truck to pick it up. Sam and I were both home when the tow truck arrived and I hustled him outside to watch. I figured that he would be thrilled to see a tow in action.
Sam sat next to me on the front steps, calling, "Hi!" to the driver as he walked up to my car. As the driver got in my car, Sam became nervous. "No, no, no," he cried. I tried to explain that the driver was helping me but Sam could not be consoled. He remained panicked as he watched the car get hooked up to the truck and burst into tears when it drove away. "No, my car!" he cried over and over. "Mama car. No, no, no!"
I managed to permanently scar my kid before 10 am. I'm getting better and better!
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Poor Sam and poor Mama! You'll both feel better when the car is fixed and returned to it's rightful home and owners.
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