His Mini Cooper obsession can be so burdensome. We were cool for a while because the car dealership we pass every morning has had one on display. I was dreading the day they sold it. That day came. There was no Mini Cooper to be seen this morning. *sigh* The self-biting and the wailing began. And I had to hear about it all.the.way to school. Fifteen minutes of hearing, “That’s not Mini Cooper. No. That’s a [name of vehicle he sees instead]”
Calgon…take me away…
I wish I could make things easier for him and magically make the Mini Cooper reappear, but that’s just not something I can do, so we just deal with it. I try to use humor to deflect when times get tough, though.
PS: True story. I updated my FB status. Thanks to autocorrect, it says, “The car dealership sold the Mono Cooper. It’s a [Squeaker] tragedy…” And upon reflection, I had to say…it’s kind of appropriate.
Originally posted 2011-09-20 12:10:00.