Rubbing Off On Me

A few weeks ago, Noah and I had a little argument over whether Bumblebee was a Camaro or a Mustang. He was convinced that he was a Mustang. And when I pointed out a yellow Camaro, he responded that it was a Mustang, his teacher said so.

So for the past few weeks, I've made it a priority to point out any Mustangs and Camaros to the kid as we drive around. I've helped him and the other kids to see the differences between them, pointing out the difference between the horse and the bowtie, the 3 vertical bar taillights and the 4 upside-down trapezoid taillights. And lately, whenever I see one of the cars, I just ask the kids, "What car is that?"

Confusion still runs rampant. For Tess, ANY car with 4 taillights, including buses, trucks, and minivans, are Camaros. Still, I continue undaunted, looking for and pointing out Camaros and Mustangs whenever I notice them, and getting argued with by kids that disagree.

Last week we were loading the groceries at Walmart when right near us, a beautiful maroon 67 Camaro pulled in. I said to Noah, "Now THAT is a Mustang! I mean a Camaro." as Aubrey cracked up instantly.