I’m not even a NASCAR Dad
This weekend I am relaxing upstairs when I hear TheMonk begin to wake up from his nap. Knowing that Swee’Pea needs a longer nap, I quickly head into the room that TheMonk takes his nap (not in the bedroom that Swee’Pea and TheMonk share – they don’t do naps well when sleeping together) and gather him up before he gets really cranky.
I take him to the master suite and turn on the television and snuggle up with a still-wakening Monk. I start to switch the channels to find something that might interest us both. I stop on college football but TheMonk vetoes this. I get another veto for baseball too. I then exercise my veto power with Spongebob so we continue to look.
We come across a NASCAR time trial on some channel that I didn’t even know existed. I try to ignore it and keep heading up the channel list. TheMonk cries out in a slight protest until we come across dirt truck racing.
Did you hear that? Trucks. Racing. In dirt. My God, it’s a 3-year-old boys fantasy come true.
Needless to say, I lost my veto power at that exact moment. So, there we sat. Watching trucks. Race. In the dirt.
And it’s not like I dislike dirt. I love seeing it on football players. I get excited seeing a baseball player with dirt all over his uniform. I don’t get excited when I find dirt on my SUV.
Finally, after watching trucks skid around corners, jump over hills (TheMonk’s favorite), and lots and lots of dirt, somebody won. I’d like to tell you who won but I haven’t a clue. I’m sure the winner said a lot of “Yee Haws!” and “Atta Boys!!”
TheMonk just may be the real winner, though. Because it just so happens that the race we watched televised was held less than two miles from where we live. That’s right. There is a world class dirt truck racing track in my own back yard.
*Sigh*
Do you think TheMonk would settle for me revving the engine on my SUV real loud and then driving down a street that hasn’t seen a street sweeper in a few weeks?
I didn’t think so.
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Right now I am glad I have a girl, and that as long as the TV show I am watching has a bright colour every once and a while I’m safe!
Comment by Loving Danger — September 14, 2008 @ 11:21 pm
It’s funny what ends up interesting them.. when my step son was little he LOVED dinosaurs..then it went to zoo animals..now it’s football.. it really does change. For now..you have trucks.
Comment by mp — September 15, 2008 @ 9:24 am
The Monk would LOVE South Carolina! Some people here specifically fix up their trucks for a popular past time known as “muddin’” (no ‘g’ on that, please). Basically you go to a big open field after torrential rains and drive your big souped-up trucks around too fast in the mud. You spin around, you slide sideways, etc. etc. It’s not a good day until the only place you can SEE actual truck is on the windshield where the wipers have been.
If you’re ever in SC, I promise to arrange for Monk to go muddin’. We don’t participate personally, but we know people.
Comment by Lauren — September 15, 2008 @ 9:58 am
To be a well rounded person, he must experience it all! Don’t forget to bring ear plugs! Those engines can get pretty loud!
Comment by Aunt Raina — September 15, 2008 @ 10:21 am
I have 2 boys and don’t call my blog Dirt & Noise for nothin.’ The sad thing is that my father in law used to listen to Nascar races on the radio. We have several tracks in our parts, and I don’t plan on visiting one ever. I imagine a lot of overalls, Daisy Dukes, missing teeth, and bad beer (not an import in sight).
Comment by ilinap — September 15, 2008 @ 1:41 pm
Tell TheMonk he can come visit us – our next-door neighbors have a kid-friendly go-kart that they’ve let Tad “drive” in the past. He LOVES that go-kart.
Comment by Deanna — September 15, 2008 @ 3:42 pm
My daughter loves stuff like shiny jewels just as much as the next girl, but when the television goes on she screams out, “Bull riding, mom!!!!! Is there any bull riding on???” She loves the part where the rider falls off and almost gets trampled! I couldn’t believe it when she asked this the last time. I rolled my eyes thinking, “What are the chances there will be bull riding going on right now?” but there totally was! So, yes, we had to watch it. Double sigh. I don’t know what’s worse–car races or bull riding.
Comment by Lynnie — September 16, 2008 @ 3:15 pm
These traits are genetic and they skipped a generation (yours). His Grandfather would be proud.
Comment by Grandmother — September 21, 2008 @ 11:43 pm