SB is obsessed with Cars, the movie. And also cars, the toy kind. I know I shouldn’t let him watch TV, but he asks so sweetly. “Car-car, Mamma, car-car!” As he asks, he rubs him fist on his chest, the sign language for “please”. There is no way I’m not turning on some Lightning McQueen for this kid. He usually only watches for about ten minutes and then wanders off. The, a while later, we have to turn it on again. I need there to be a Cars 3, as 1 and 2 are starting to wear on my nerves.
I find it interesting that he loves this movie so much. His bio mother loved it, and the gifts or toys she and her family would provide were often Tow-Mater themed. One of those weird adoption things, I guess.