My buddy Fryguy stopped by a couple nights ago, and brought me a few diecast finds from a model train show. Among those was this sweet Micro Machine GTO. Since I already have that one, I gave it to Hurricane-Daughter.
Last night she got out the HW Chevelle, and declared that he was the daddy and the GTO was the son. They like to roughhouse. They tear around the dinning room table, like a Top Gear host tears up the tarmac. Love that kid :)