Jed took Hazey to watch Peter Pan on stage at BYU tonight, so the boys and I had some time together. After trying to teach the boys how to play Speed on our Little Tykes hoop, and resorting to PIG when it became clear it wasn't to be understood, we tried to come up with some other options. The board games weren't interesting tonight and the wii was off-limits, so Parley chose, "maybe cars or something."
Since Mario has taken over Parley's mind, Lightning and friends have taken a backseat. So at the mere mention of cars, I jumped at the chance to bring them back to life. Something about Toy Story and those poor neglected toys rings true to my heart. I grabbed Mater and brought out my totally awesome accent. Julian, playing a small Lightning, talked to Mater, but Pars drove his Lightning remote control car around the carpet and occasionally came back to see what we were doing.
I looked at that boy, all grown up, and busy with friends and preschool and realized that my cars days are over. I spent more hours than I know running away from tractors and ghostlights and racing in Piston cups. It was exhausting, and some days I'd try to convince him to do a puzzle instead. But I love those cars. I really, really love them. And even though I know new things will come along for me to enjoy with Parley, I don't think there'll ever be anything like Lightning and Mater--best friends forever.