My Grandchild is a Car Genius

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The other day, in the car with the offspring of my offspring… (Kind reader, please step over here for a minute. Since the last offspring no longer lives at home, should we be saying “offsprung” instead? I thought so.)

 

The other day, in the car with the offspring of my offsprung, the small one said, “Grandma, look, there’s a Taurus.” All I could see were a bunch of those metal things on wheels that keep getting in my way.

 

“Over there,” the child pointed. And sure enough, after I pulled up close enough, I saw the word Taurus branded on its rump. (Did I tell you I’m from Texas?)

 

This small child, who cannot read yet, can point out a Taurus, a Mazda, a Supra, a Jeep Cherokee, and a Blazer. Just by looking! See what I mean about the genius part?

 

Once when I took my car in for some repairs, the man at the counter asked me what kind of car I drove. I thought it was a trick question. I do not follow my car to work, so I am not familiar with what is written on the back of it. I said, “I think it’s a Buick,” but that didn’t sound right. Then I said, “I think it’s in the same family as the Grand Am, but it is not a Grand Am.” He looked at me strangely and said, “That’s okay, lady. I’ll go outside and look.”

 

I have only three questions when it comes to cars:

 

  1. Does this car make me look fat?
  2. Does it have a heater?
  3. Does it have an air conditioner?
  4. Does it have a radio?

 

Okay, that’s four questions, but the first one goes without saying, right.

2 thoughts on “My Grandchild is a Car Genius

  1. I so agree with you–some things like type of car you drive is inconsequential. I am often stumped by the color of my car–dirty does not seem to register with anyone. Beige, gray–one of those I am certain. My mom would be disappointed about my lack of interest in my car’s color. “Does it come in a pretty shade of blue?” is the question she would ask when going to buy a car.

    • I actually like to go to car shows and love the cars from the 40s and 50s. I can appreciate their beauty and styling, but I still can’t identify many of them. Some cars are distinctive enough (the VW beetle or the Mini Cooper) that even someone like me can recognize them.

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