Second Guessing a “Great” Idea

Second Guessing a “Great” Idea

This past weekend was my youngest grandson’s second birthday. How is it even possible that two years have passed by so quickly. 

This little guy is adorable plus two in my book, and as my daughter and I discussed what to get him for his birthday his love of cars came into the discussion. While his older brother is totally enamored by tractors, and large earth moving equipment, the little one’s taste runs toward police cars, and “fast” sports cars. 

It totally cracks me up to see their distinct personalities taking shape. You would think with the plethora of John Deere available in their home that he would just follow in his brother’s footsteps. But, that is definitely not the case. 

A year ago the older grandson got an electric John Deere Gator which has probably been driven well over its suggested limit. It gets used pretty much daily, and even the younger one knows how to drive it. Because of this Brittany and I thought maybe an electric vehicle of his own might be the perfect gift for the two year old. 

It wasn’t long before Brittany sent me a picture of the coolest electric police car ever. Without a moment’s hesitation I knew it would be the perfect gift for his birthday. Chrome wheels, a light bar, siren, and even a hand held radio looked like it would bring hours of fun. 

We even envisioned the younger one pulling over his older brother while he was driving his gator. The police car arrived, and Will got it all ready to go, noticing that this vehicle even came with a remote control that made it possible for a parent to direct it around the backyard just in case. 

The younger one was thrilled when he saw it, and made a beeline to it while attempting to climb in sans the door. His older brother started to do what he does best, you know take charge, and helped get his brother situated. It didn’t take long before he was driving around the back yard with his older brother “cheering” him along. 

The grown-ups all smiled knowingly thinking that this was such a GREAT idea. They envisioned hours of fun, and plenty of childhood memories. 

Little did they realize what would happen the next morning when the newly turned two year old would wake up. Chuck and I were awakened to the repeated pleas of, “Police car, police car,” followed by tears. 

In our excitement to make a little boy’s dreams come true we forgot one small detail. It’s hard for a two year old to understand that six o’clock in the morning, and frigid conditions don’t make for ideal police car driving weather. Unfortunately, the fussing proceeded for quite a while, and Brittany and I looked at each other like, “What were we thinking?”

I should have remembered how during the Christmas season the first thing out of his mouth each morning was “Stevie!” his Elf on the Shelf.  I have a feeling “Police Car” is going to take its place. 

Sorry Brittany!