A Hearse Amongst the Toys

Since Andy started walking last month, he is exhibiting more little boy personality traits. We had a couple of toy cars hanging around that must have been lifted from the park last year because I don't remember buying any. Nicky never played with them. A couple of days ago they suddenly became Andy's favorite toy. I bought him about five more cars yesterday at Walmart and he has had one or two of them clasped up in his little sweaty hands ever since. He says, "go" and pushes them across the floor. He rides them up and down the walls making car noises. In the below picture, the cars are traveling around in the refrigerator.


Nicky likes to take pictures and took this one. Sometimes her pictures turn out funny. Here she catches how his little hands look at any given moment during the day. I had to pry those cars out of his hands the past two nights to put him to bed.

When we got home from Walmart, I noticed one of the little cars we had picked up was a hearse (as in a white funeral coach). At first I thought it was funny and cute that they would make such a cute little mini car out of such a thing. But as I would see the car on the floor or Andy clutching it throughout the day, I started to have strange thoughts. Maybe it is because I have never had a nice experience with a hearse. They remind me of funerals and funerals are always sad with the only redeeming thing being the good food that follows. My mind was pondering thoughts of when I would take my ride in a hearse. Would I be old or young? What does it feel like to be so still and cold? What will I be wearing?...oh yes, temple clothes. I don't like having grim thoughts so I think it is time that the hearse leave our home. Any takers? I guess I could leave it on our mean neighbors doorstep to give him a scare but that wouldn't be nice. It may come in handy for a joke sometime. In the meantime, I think I am going to hide it away.