Why Sam Needs A Truck

Just wanted to write down the conversation I had with Sam in the car yesterday. Just for a little background: Sam really likes old trucks. The 40's to early 50's models seem to be his favorite, but just about any old truck will turn his head. Part of his 10-Year-Plan is to buy an old truck to restore with Daddy when he's big enough to drive. So in the car yesterday we passed by an old truck that I knew he would notice and sure enough I heard,

"Mommy! Did you see that cool truck?"

"Yeah, I did, it was pretty nice."

"Yeah, I wish I had a truck like that. Except I don't think there would be enough room for me and you and Jonas and Daddy and the new baby, so that wouldn't be very good."

"Yeah, but when you're big enough to drive you could just take Jonas and the new baby with you and that would be fun."

"Yeah, and if I needed to carry anything I could just put it in the back ... like a really big basket ... or dead animals ..."

"Dead animals???"

"Yeah, like if I found a dead kangaroo I could just put it in the back of my truck."

"Why would you want to put a dead kangaroo in the back of your truck???"

"Or like if it wasn't dead but it was just like kinda hurt then I could take to ... you know that place ... where they fix 'em up."

"The veterinarian?"

"Yeah, I could take it to the veterinarian and then I would have a pet kangaroo."

"Oh, ok."

"Or if it was just a little tiny baby kangaroo then I could put it in a little basket like a carseat and then it could be in the front part with me and be toasty warm."

"Yeah, that would be good."

"So that's why I wish I had a truck like that."

"That makes perfect sense."