"I'm a Mustang, Mom!"

The kid loves cars. Loves. Cars. he loves playing with them, watching them drive by, listening to them as he's falling asleep. He especially loves riding in the car because he can do some wonderful car watching there. He differentiates about a dozen different kinds of cars (and a few specifics) - Beetles, trucks, vans, campers, log trucks, dump trucks, bulldozers, excavators, Mini Coopers, JEEPs, fire trucks, police cars, ambulances. We're working on PT Cruisers. He started noticing Mustangs while we were visiting family in Texas (apparently that's where the Mustangs go to breed) and loves them.

Yesterday on our way to the county fair, he told me he saw a Mustang. I asked him if he knew what a mustang was, a real one, and went on to describe that a mustang was a wild horse and that people named cars Mustangs after the horses. Toe said a few minutes later, "I'm a Mustang, Mom."

"Like the horse?" I asked.

"No, like the car," he said in the tone of voice that let me know I was silly for even asking. "Like the car, because I'm fast," he added. He's two, I tell you. So all day yesterday and today, he has been announcing that he his a Mustang, because he is fast.

Photo taken at a muscle car parade.