Garrett is obsessed with CARS. Seriously, it is bordering on pathological. He woke up this morning asking for "Tire-Eye McQueen" (a CARS character) and it spiraled out of control from there...
The background is that although Garrett got several very nice Christmas presents, the 3 die-cast cars Paul gave him were SO his favorite. He goes everywhere clutching them in his fat little hands:). He will hardly put them down to let me put his hands through a shirt, he takes them in the bath, and has mastered holding his cup sandwiched between two cars. Paul is so proud, but I'm ready to ring his neck. Here's why: Garrett is using them as psychological warfare against me. I do have a flair for the dramatic, but I'm not even exaggerating here...he hides them, or loses them, or eats them--I don't know. There is a favorite every few days and that is always the one that winds up missing. Nothing will do until we find that one! The kicker is...we usually can't find it. The hours spent searching are eating up what little sanity I have left.
Then, like the "we said we'd never" kind of parents we are, we go out and buy him a replacement. But, because Disney has marketing ninjas, every time this happens, the store is sold out of "green car", "Ramone", or "Doc" and only has a more obscure version like "Bug Teeth McQueen". You kind of have to have seen CARS, but basically Disney has made dressed up Cars that coincide with scenes from the movie. So, Garrett ends up with "Tumbleweed McQueen" as a new favorite, until he looses that one and the cycle repeats.
This is turning into a long story, but I'm getting somewhere. Today I was not overflowing with motherly patience and snapped when he asked me for the 600th time, in a terribly whiney 2 year old voice, for "Tire-Eye McQueen". I felt terrible, thought he was going to cry, and then he said "I want Tire-Eye McQueen Mommy". AHH! So, I left Paul (who was very busy with work) with Lilah and Garrett and I raced out the door to drop some cash on a replacement. We arrive at Toys R Us and he is beaming....so excited to be on an adventure with Mommy to get a new Tire-Eye McQueen (which they did not have, of course). We load up several other cars in our basket and head to check out, with Garrett saying "ooh, thank you mommy" and .....I DON'T HAVE MY WALLET!! I am frozen at the register in total panic about how I'm going to explain this to him, but he took it very well--until I strapped him in the car seat (think he thought my wallet was in the car...as this too has happened). He then threw the most impressive fit in history (his anyway). Snot-blowing, tongue-curled, head-banging sort of fit...all the way home and all the way back to the store.
We get the new cars, and peace in the valley is restored. And as I was putting on his PJs he said, "I want Tire-Eye McQueen, Mommy." :)