A Girl, Her Dad and a Car

A few years ago, the following conversation occured between my husband and myself.

Him: What if the baby is a GIRL??
Me: Huh?
Him: The baby - what will I ever do with a girl?
Me: Sorry, I don't understand.
Him: (exasperated sigh) I mean a boy, I will take to baseball games and work on the car, you know.
Me: Mmmm hmmm.
Him: Are you listening?
Me: Yeah, I just don't think it's anything to worry about - you'll know exactly what to do, trust me.

Now, with two girls, we still go to baseball games and work on the car. He built this car with all original VW parts. It is no longer practical, it has no back seat (but quite the kickin' stereo system) and we can't ride in it as a family. So, he is tinkering with the idea of selling it. It is a great conversation piece, except for the fact that it is so loud, you can't hear each other sitting just feet from one another. I love this car, too. On one of our first dates, we went for a ride in this car and having grown up in a "car family", I was totally intrigued. His eyes do that "thing" when he talks about it - "The Bug" and he lights up when Emily says how beautiful it is - red, her favorite color, the color God crayoned her hair! Every now and again, he and Em head out to the carriage house, pull out the car, wash it all up and ride up to the cul-de-sac and back. They think it is a perfect afternoon - I must say, I agree.