Memory of Childhood

I pulled into the preschool parking lot, which was fairly empty, probably due to the snow. I wondered out loud if a lot of the kids would be out today.

My four-year-old son answered. "Well, So---- is here."

Looking around, I didn't see any kids, so I asked how he knew.

"That's her red car. It's a Volkswagen."

Walking with him from the car to the door, I noticed the red car was indeed a Volkswagen, and his classmate was inside.

At age 47, I can't tell you what my most of my friends drive, and I know at age four I couldn't identify a car's brand.

The Daddy's Matchbox daddy was so proud.