I have never visited a water park. My dad saw too many accidents come into his E.R. to ever allow me to go. Broken bones, drownings, cracked skulls…he would recount every single tragedy or mishap come summertime. I knew better than to ask for a convertible as a teenager. I knew better, but I did. Sure enough, he regaled me with auto-accident statistic after statistic and instead suggested a station wagon. Months later, when a convertible flipped and decapitated at least one passenger in Orange County, he just looked at me pointedly. And when my friend, who did have a convertible, flipped it and hung upside down for 10 minutes until someone found her? Mercy. I was lucky he let me drive at all.
He wouldn’t have been pleased when The Mister rolled up today in a convertible rental car paid for by his new employer while he waits for his company issued car. I was thrilled (and shocked). I couldn’t believe he picked a convertible. It’s like The Mister disappeared and in his place arrived someone who loves risk and takes chances. Somebody help, my husband is missing!
“Don’t worry. This is the only car they had, but they called another store. I’ll have something more practical and safe in a couple of hours.”
Never mind. Found him.
My first and only drive in a convertible amounted to picking up Mikey from school. Ten minutes. Ten quick, windy minutes. Ah, it was fun while it lasted.
Aren’t parents funny? We had a convertible when I was growing up and I have one (and when I drive it with the top down, my soul feels like Mikey’s face looks) and I will, in a few months, be putting an infant in it. I also started riding motorcycles with my dad when I was 16. I had my own bike and he and I’d go out on long rides on weekends.
But my dad wouldn’t let me take gymnastics. He was afraid I’d break my neck.
That last picture is absolutely perfect. So fun!
Your boys are gorgeous!
The one (and only) time I have driven a convertible was for my driver’s test when I was 16. My mom drove a 1984 Chevy Malibu, and she didn’t think that it would pass inspection (which is more strict than the normal car inspection because you can’t have any “Dirt! In the carpet! Fail!” So, we borrowed a friend’s tiny little Miata and OMGSOMUCHFUN! Especially since I got to drive across the city to return it to her… with the top down!
I’ve wanted one ever since.
I love this post and the photos. I am very nerdy about thinking of the what ifs and my parents? Brought me home in a convertible.
That look on Nicco’s face is priceless. I want to bottle up what he is feeling in that exact moment and keep it forever!
Your kids are precious! :)
That last picture says it all …
I wish my one experience driving a convertable was quite as carefree and thrilling. I went with my grandmother and her 89 year old boyfriend … it was his convertible. Scratch that . It was his BABY. He never let anyone drive it. But he wanted a beef n’cheddar from Arby’s … and, since desperate times call for desperate measures, he let me drive them to lunch. It was the longest ten miles of my life!
priceless!
Ha! My mom was a nurse, so we got a lot of the same lectures. Convertibles, motorcycles, body piercings, all things that would certainly lead to your demise, quickly.
What fun shots of the boys! Great weather I am enjoying down here in your neck of the woods, Jules! I miss my convertible, which is now driven by my hubby while I drive the responsible sportwagon mommy car (with way more trunk space for dragging around all the things that babies and pre-schoolers need). My little Merlie drives likes it’s on rails! Weee!
Ok, I know i am really behind reading some of your entries, but, prey tell, is that me you are refering to hanging upside down? I’m famous!!! It really was a safe car, just a young (dumb) driver. We even bought another one in 2000 and still have it. My toddler LOVES to ride in it with the top down.