My boys completely dig Hot Wheels.
Therefore, I must dig Hot Wheels.
But when I say dig, what I really mean is find.
I dig Hot Wheels out of my purse to calm a cantankerous toddler at Super Target.
I dig Hot Wheels out of my pockets at night, put there upon request by one of my sweet boys for protection from my other sweet boy.
I dig Hot Wheels out of my washer and dryer, or the Car Wash, as Oldest likes to call it.
I dig Hot Wheels out from under couches and between cushions.
I’ve even been known to dig Hot Wheels from a diaper pail. Youngest likes to keep things tidy.
But my absolute favorite place from which I dig Hot Wheels…
small, sleeping fists and little boy beds.
I dread the day they become too grown to take Hot Wheels to bed for pre-dream play.
