For Women Who've Lived a Little, Learned a Little, and Laughed a Lot
You're Welcome Son
January 10, 2016
So this just happened...
I'm watching yet another NFL play-off game with my 15 year old son. I'm all about football when it's the Superbowl or the Broncos playing but today it's neither so I'm only in it for the time spent with "the boy". (He of course could care less if I am here or not).
A commerical comes on and it's for a Chevy Malibou. Now, with all due respect, I'm a Prius girl at the moment, spent years as a Jeep girl, and I love a good Subaru once in a while.
So why did my spirit soar when I saw a commercial for the Malibou? Well, having been out of the car market since 2010 when I bought the Prius, I haven't been keeping up with the technology found in cars today.... but considering I have a son who will be driving soon, boy did my ears perk up when I heard:
1 - Radio volume control (directly associated with seatbelt use)
2 - Programmable speed control
3 - Collision warning reports
Now, don't get me wrong. There were some "big brother" creepy features too, but it was the safety features that had me most excited.
As any good mother would, I immediatley asked my son if he liked the car...you know, the way it looked.
"What car?" he asks without even looking up from his phone.
"The Chevy Malibou - look at it - it's still on the TV."
He briefly looks at the TV, sees the car, and looks back at me.
That is when my fatal error occurred. Much too perky, I said "It has amazing teen-age driver features; the radio won't turn on loud unless the seat belt is on.... things like that! What do you think?"
Time stands still as he looks at me with the a deadpan stare I haven't seen anywhere except in those creepy old black and white famliy photos taken in the late 1880s.
And... it still stands still some more. His emotionless gaze reminds me of Clint Eastwood in High Plains Drifter.
"WHAT?" I ask. "You don't like it?"
And more silence.
Finally he breaks. "Are you seriously going to baby-proof my car?"
He has me thinking. Maybe even busted. Am I really looking to babyproof his car?
A silence seperates us once more. Time passes as a thousand thoughts run through my mind.
For his sake and to save my pride, I laugh outload and tell him how clever he is.
But inside, I'm thinking this: Am I really going to try and baby proof his car? Ummmm. Yes. Hell Yes.