Anyway, so Sam has been talking about his "racecar friend Dan" incessantly. He talks about how they met in Cincinnati because they had to talk about some stuff. He talks about how they went to Las Vegas to see a volcano. He talks about how Dan has spiky hair and wears a shiny suit and drives a racecar. It's pretty hilarious.
Last week, when we were in Michigan, my parent's good friends, Dan and Linda, stopped over on their Harley. Sam actually noticed the bike in the driveway before he saw the two of them. I saw him scanning the crowded deck for something, then zero in on Linda, who was wearing jeans, boots and a leather jacket. He walked right over and asked her, "Hey! Are you a motorcycle girl?"
Linda thought that was the cutest thing ever and she and Dan took Sam around the house to check out the bike. Sam, aka. Captain Safety (the boy screams at the top of his lungs if he thinks you might put the car in motion before he is actually buckled into his seat), made sure to help Linda get her helmet on and was thrilled when Dan posed for a picture with him. He ran right over to the bike for the picture, but, since loud noises tend to freak him out a bit, he made sure to tell Dan, "Don't turn it on, yet, okay?"
We've heard a little less of "racecar friend Dan" since we got home. I'm thinking he may have been replaced with "motorcycle friend Dan."
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