My Daughter never leaves the house without her purse full of cars,
She treasures them like we would treasure gold bricks or a diamond,
Taking them out one at a time and examining them,
Lining them up in a neat little row,
Cherishing them,
Each one representing something unique and different,
Daddy, what is this one?
Daddy, what is that one?
Daddy, what is this one?
I never grow tired of answering the repetitive questions,
For I know how much she loves her cars,
One falling in between the car seats disrupts her whole little world until she gets it back,
When she has it back in her hand the smile that results is priceless,
When we were young, contentment came with such ease and simplicity,
Maybe I’ll get some cars of my own,
The problem is……
They won’t fit into my wallet.