This cute little car has a cute little story behind it. Back when we were in VA Beach with my mom, we stopped into one of their little stores and started looking around. Up at the counter there were two very blonde, very boisterous, very happy ladies chatting away with each other while they were paying for their goods. Trey, in his crazy-I-must-touch-and-feel-every-toy-I-can-get-my-hands-on-frenzy, happily walked right in the midst of them to look at this little car. Slightly mortified, I immediately chided him and made him apologize for butting them out of the way, and we moved on.
It was chilly and late in the afternoon, Noah was getting fussy, and I was getting tired, so I started making my way to the door...hoping that my movement would goad the rest of the troop to follow suit. I noticed a small commotion by the checkout counter, made nothing of it, and kept on... When our little entourage finally made it out of the store I noticed that Trey was holding his little red race car.
The lady had bought it for him.
It absolutely made his day and he talked about it for weeks afterwards.
It's nice to know that there are people out there like that.