Benjamin loves the movie Cars.  He received a few of the character cars for Christmas last year, and now whenever family visits, they add to his collection.  Or when I see one he doesn’t have in the grocery store… But we’ve had to stop buying them on whim for him, as he’s come to expect it.  Which lessens his overall contentment level.

He begged for the Sheriff car for months before I saw it in Meijer.  Months.

“Wanta da Shewiff car, Mommy, wanta da Shewwwwiff.”

“Wanta get da Shewiff car at da store, Mommy.”

“Wanta get in da van and go to da store and get da Shewiff car, Moooooooommmmmmmmmmmy.”

After months of pining, I finally found it and bought it for him.  Because my love language is gifts.  And I love him.  And the squeal of laughter and excitement that I heard the morning he found it beside his pillow is one I’ll never forget.  Before he even got to our bedroom, I could hear, “I WEALLY WEALLY LIKE IT MOMMY!!”

But then, of course, he wanted more.  And, of all cars, he focused on one named Snot-Rod.  Who appears in the movie all of 2 minutes.

“Wanta to get in da van and go to da store and get da Snobrod, Mommmmmmy!”

To which I replied, “Honey, I just got you a car.  I got you the Sheriff!  Remember how badly you wanted the Sheriff?  Why don’t you just enjoy the Sheriff a little more, okay?

“Wanta to get in da van and go to da store and take da Shewiff back and get the Snobrod, Mooooommmy.”

To which even Olivia replied, “You can’t do that, you took it out of the package!”

“Wanta to get in da van and go to da store and turn Shewiff into da Snobrod, Mooooooommy!”

It took awhile to convince him that we cannot turn one car into another car.  I failed Transfiguration, doncha know.

So we went back to:

“Wanta to get in da van and go to da store and get da Snobrod, Mommmmmmmy.”

So I explained that we don’t have the money to buy all the cars he wants whenever he wants them.

“Wanta get in da van and go to da twain and go to Gammy and Pop Pop’s house.  Mommy’s house has no money.”

Really?  He wants to leave us?  Over money?  That hurts.

So we started talking about Christmas, since it’s closer than his March birthday.  I asked him if he’d like the car for Christmas.  Because he could have the car for Christmas, if that’s what he wanted.

“Yes.  Wanta da Snobrob for Chwismus.”

Oh, good.  We’ve reached a compromise.

“Wanta to get in da van and go to da store and get Chwismus.”

Nevermind.