The Fred Flinstone Car

This is what I affectionately call the "Fred Flinstone Car" because you can see the kids feet tip toe-ing underneath it as they drive it (dink dink dink)...I can almost hear the twinkle toes music from the old cartoon playing in my head as I watch them drive it...


Heather calls it "MY Car" and is OBSESSED with driving it. We keep it in the garage and she goes out there for an hour or so every day to take it for a spin. On the day this picture was taken, she had somehow managed to get it into the kitchen and was taking it for a drive through the living room. I nipped that in the bud when she almost drove it down the stairs to the basement...

So anyway, a couple of days ago, she was out driving in the garage and I needed to go out there to take out some garbage. Evan had put the garbage cans on the side of the house, so I opened up the garage door and carried the bags out. When I turned around, (all of about 15 seconds later) Heather was gone. I was frantic. Then I saw the twinkle toes herself...HALF WAY DOWN THE BLOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET! dink-dink-dink...Unfortunately it was way more funny to me in that moment than it was scary so I started laughing so hard I could barely breath. Of course I brought her right back and made lots of scary threats of spankings if she ever did that again (through my uncontrollable laughter). Now I have to watch her like a hawk because she probably thinks driving down the road is just a big joke...