Monster Trucks

What I absolutely love about a 3-year old's mind is its amazing elasticity. Noah will instantly imagine scenarios that we have dismissed even before they were thoughts in our aging brains. Example:

Noah is "driving" one of his favorite cars around on the carpet, and asks, "Daddy, what do you call this truck?" Noting the big wheels and testosterone-soaked lettering, I reply, "That's a monster truck, Noah."

Noah: What does a monster truck do?
Me: It rides around...uh...and...runs over other cars.
Noah: What cars?
Me: Oh, just old cars.
Krista (chiming in): Like the red car! (The gracefully aging maroon Ford Escort that Krista refers to as the "mossmobile" due to an unfortunate lichen issue when it was not properly washed)
Me: No...
Krista (getting warmed up): Or the cars at Grandpa's house! (Where assorted Saabs go to die)
Me: ......
Noah: (ponders this) Does Grandpa have a monster truck?
Me and Krista: NO.

Noah is not convinced, and I'm sure he imagines Grandpa firing up his raised 4x4 and doing a couple of spins around the back 40, (maybe after choir practice on a SUNDAY SUNDAY!!!)....

I wonder if he'll remember about the Monster Truck at Christmas...