Evan: When I’m a grown up, I’m going to get a Bug.
No surprised. He’s obsessed over them.
Evan: How many seats are in the back? Two or Three?
Evan: Really? Why? I want three!
Me: It’s a small car. People buy them because they want a small car that doesn’t need as much gas and are easy to get around in.
Fond memories of the Tempo surfaced in my mind.
Evan: They don’t need as much gas?
Me: No. Like the Sequoia (as I patted the dashboard) needs more gas because it’s so big.
Evan: Oh. Ok. Then I’ll have two kids then.
Evan: When I get older and I have a Bug, I’ll have two kids in the back and a wife in the front seat. Will God give my wife two kids?
Evan: Of course, He will.
Me: It doesn’t work that way. What if you have three kids?
Evan: We can’t do that. My car won’t fit three kids. It’ll have to be two. (Pause) My wife could have a big car, and we’ll take hers as a family. I’ll have my Bug too.
And with that, the issue was settled.
But I’m not.
What just happened?