You know, sometimes it takes seeing something through the eyes of a child to truly appreciate.  Take my car, for instance.  My ride is a 2008 Toyota Corolla Sport.  I call him Handsome Fellow beause, let’s admit, he is.  But he’s not the sporty, black Acura Integra of my past (yes, there was a day when they were sporty), nor the cream with black racing stripes Mini Cooper of my future.  I didn’t buy Handsome Fellow for speed, slick handling, or a sassy ride.  I bought him because he is a grown up car.

Then I went to dinner at a friend’s house …

This, apparently, was the first time my friend’s six-year-old daughter caught sight of my car.  She looked out the window and could not believe her eyes.  We looked out the window and looked for another car.  There was none.  You see, we looked out and saw a good investment – four doors, air bags all around, excellent gas mileage.  She looked out and saw a thing of beauty.  It’s silver, and sparkles in the sun – and look at those lights!

I took her for a ride around the block.  We opened the sunroof, put on some tunes, and motored on our way.  Even her neighborhood, it seemed, appeared more resplendent – simply because she was viewing it from the windows of such a fine carriage.  I imagine there will be day - before bedtime – when we’ll take real ride.   Maybe down to the road to Fancy Freeze.  After all, a wonderful ride should end with a wonderful treat – wouldn’t you agree?