Maybe he’d go for a Lamborghini?

The Bandit and his father were having a conversation and I was trying to eavesdrop.

“Did you buy me my Maserati yet?”  Believe it or not, this was spoken by My

If the boy's buying I think we should get this one.

 Honey.

“No,” came the higher pitched voice of my other favorite male.

“Why not?”  They were picking up about ten thousand Matchbox cars at the time so I guess that was how the subject got started.  I have no idea how long My Honey has been negotiating for a Maserati but this didn’t seem like a new conversation.

“I don’t know.”  Clunk clunk clunk went the little metal cars as they landed in the carrying case.

“Well, you better hurry up boy cause I really want that car.”

The conversation went on in this vein for a while.  I couldn’t always hear the words, but I could hear the deep chuckle of my husband and the higher pitched giggle of the boy while they worked.

After a few minutes I heard little feet running down the hall and then a little mouth next to my ear.

“Momma, how much is a Maserati?” he whispered.

“A lot,” I told him.  “You better get a really good job if you’re gonna by Daddy a Maserati.”

“I could get a job around the house,” he said with excitement.

“No, I mean you’re going to have to do really well in kindergarten and the rest of school so you can get a really good job when you grow up.  Maserati’s are really expensive,” I told him.

He look deflated for about five seconds before he perked up.  “Well, he’s just going to have to want a cheaper car.”