Thought I’d share this story as this audience would appreciate and it’s a good reminder that sometimes the little things make a big impact.
My 3 y/o son is a huge car guy (Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree) and has been begging me to pick him up from school in “his” blue car (I already have to hid the keys so he doesn’t take them).
Any way got home from work a bit early yesterday and the weather was nice, so figured I’d swap in the kid seats and pick him up in the M3.
He was outside playing when I pulled up and he almost lost his sh*t. He was beyond excited to see the M3 (and maybe me?). Started screaming with joy and running around telling all his friends about “his” race car. The rest of the night he kept saying how much he liked being picked up in the car and asked for me to do it again. He’s going to be disappointed by the XC90 today, but that’s my wife’s problem lol.
My 3 y/o son is a huge car guy (Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree) and has been begging me to pick him up from school in “his” blue car (I already have to hid the keys so he doesn’t take them).
Any way got home from work a bit early yesterday and the weather was nice, so figured I’d swap in the kid seats and pick him up in the M3.
He was outside playing when I pulled up and he almost lost his sh*t. He was beyond excited to see the M3 (and maybe me?). Started screaming with joy and running around telling all his friends about “his” race car. The rest of the night he kept saying how much he liked being picked up in the car and asked for me to do it again. He’s going to be disappointed by the XC90 today, but that’s my wife’s problem lol.
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