So my boys and I, we've got this game we play when we are in the car called Good Spot.
What you need to spot is a Volkswagen beetle aka the bug car.
It goes something like this:
"Bug car!" hollers Spencer.
"Good spot," I say.
We have since added motorcycles and motor homes.
The granddaddy of them all being a convertible bug car.
Which gets the double good spot.
Like, "Bug car. Montezuma."
Now I don't know how convertible started getting called Montezumas but I assure you it had something to do w/ Spencer and his growing Hot Wheels collection.
Anyway. "Bug car. Montezuma," gets the double reply: "Good spot, good spot."
Also worthy of the double reply are blue or green bug cars.
"Bug car!" Spencer will holler. "Blue."
"Good spot," I'll say.
"Dad, it was blue. That's 'good spot, good spot'," he'll remind me.
This has been going on for about two years or so.
Which means that younger brother Cole is starting to get in on that act.
Although he often just yells out "bug car" or "good sport" at the most random times.
Until yesterday. At Spencer's soccer practice.
We all got out of the car, and parked across from us was a blue VW bug car.
"Bug car," said Cole as he pointed to it.
Spencer looked at me, said aw man and then, "Good spot, good spot," to his brother.