Mustang Sally and her Shoes

Last night, on the way home from scouts, there was a car in front of us. I recognized it as simply a Mustang, but my boys saw it as something else altogether.

"Sweeeet. Stock tires."

I have no idea what that means but all of three of them seemed to know so I nodded in agreement.

"Look at the perfect condition it's in."

Granted, it was a lovely old car, but it was still just...a car. It dawned on me then, they see cars the way that I see shoes and housewares. To them it is just a shoe. To me it is a stock shoe, worthy of a "Sweeeet."

Boys and girls are so different. It keeps it interesting, at least.