Perspective

We were out for our Sunday drive yesterday after having a great breakfast brunch. Often Hubby will drive us around the island just to take in the sights. Now that it is spring, the island is especially pretty with flowers and new foliage appearing. My girls and I especially like seeing the baby ducks and geese start to emerge -- little puff balls following their mothers in a straight line. Too cute!

We passed by a church parking lot which often is a meeting place for people with tricked out restored old cars. You know the ones that steal evenings and weekends by the need for obsessive polishing, chrome buffing and glass cleaning. Well, this weekend was no exception. As Hubby drove by, he glanced over at these preening men (yes, men with very patient wives, if there were wives involved) with a little bit of longing. He just doesn't have the time, nor a patient enough wife, nor we the space, for him to take a hunk of junk and coax it into a hot rod.

Here's how the conversation went down:

Princess: "Daddy, look!"

Hubby: "Oh yeah, I see them, those really cool cars..."

Princess: "No, (a little confused) geese."

Ah... the perspective from a 7 year old girl's eyes versus the perspective of a 40 year old man's eyes. But you know, that 40 year old man is still thinking about the Hot Wheels he fell in love with when he was 4 years old. Maybe they're not so different after all.