The H is Falling
Drake, like many boys his age, loves cars. While I never set out to teach him the names and brands of cars, he asked, we answered, and he learned. (Quick parenting aside–I never know what he’ll pick up, and what he’ll ignore. It’s an awesome lesson in how brains work individually. I’ll try to remember that the next time I’m fretting about potty-learning.)
The first few cars he learned were distinctive looking–Beetle Bugs and PT Cruisers. Lately, though, he’s able to identify cars by their logos. The first type he learned was Mercedes–”a Y car, Mom.” “Uh, yeah, kind of.” Next were Volkswagens, which he initially called W cars. He calls Pontiacs triangle cars, and he learned that H cars were Hondas.
Last week we were walking when he started talking agitatedly. “The H is falling! The H is falling, Mom!”
I backed up a few steps to take a look at the car we’d just passed. It was a Hyundai.
May 24th, 2006 at 3:23 pm
Don’t forget the song:
Hyundai, Hyundai, Hyundai
The H is falling down.
Lyrics copyright 2006, Drake.