Another thing I don’t want to forget, is my quiet mornings on the sofa with W. He’s turned 3 a week ago, and he still greets the Cars DVD like a long lost friends, even though we watch it every day. We do. We watch it at some point in the day, every day. Not neccessarily all the way through. But it’s his friend, his peers, his long long mates. I love how W grabs my face and turns it to the TV, because I can’t miss Mack or Mater doing something. And how we have to get excited at the start when Lightning McQueen revs his way through the intro. We have to make the revving noise together, or I get into trouble.
What’s even nicer, is that I saw this with Lovely Bloke on our honeymoon, in Cromer, in the little independent cinema. I was 21 weeks pregnant with E, W’s older brother, and E loved it as much as W does now. It’s part of the family. I know that sounds daft. And this post is not sponsored in any way and I don’t have a relationship with Disney, but thank you for creating Cars. Our family bonds over it. We share learning of emotions and play and do all sorts of learning about colours, shapes, giggling and sharing together through it.
And whilst I’ve been writing this blog post, W has grabbed my face to turn it towards Mack twice, because he’s been “missing Lightning McQueen so much” and he’s “been sad”. I hope I never forget the intensity with which W loves Cars.
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