My 3-year-old great nephew Austin loves, loves, LOVES  Lightening McQueen.

The movie Cars runs on an endless loop on the DVD player in their car. Austin quietly mouths the words as they are being spoken because he has them memorized. He owns somewhere around 15 or 20 No. 95 Lightening McQueen red cars. Some are big; some are small. Many, I’m sorry to say, are exactly alike. But nothing makes him happier than receiving another No. 95 red car. He can take your hand and lead you right to where they are located at Target, Walmart, and Toys R Us.

So we probably shouldn’t have been surprised when other day he looked at his grandmother (my sister Jen) with his big blue eyes open wide and said, “Grammie, I want ice cream. Will you take me to Dairy McQueen?”

I had another smiling moment one morning this week when Bill came into our kitchen where I was already sitting, poured himself a cup of coffee, sat down next to me, and announced that he had just woken up from a dream in which he was flying around the country wearing an anti-gravity space suit. Seriously, his dreams are hilarious.

Have a good weekend.