Made a trip to the local KMart yesterday evening to pick up some necessary
toddler supplies - diapers, wipes, juice, usual stuff.  If you shop with a
child, you know you're not going to get out of the store without the child
zeroing in on something they must have.  "Dis, daddy, dis".  Ususally it's
along the lines of a toy, Barney shirt, or some such mundane non-essential
product that gets played with a time or two, then thrown into the bottom of
the closet.  My son focused in on a book called "The Big Book of Trucks" by
Mark McNaught.  Wouldn't let go of it.  Just couldn't convince him that
this book was exactly the same as the fifty or sixty other truck books he
has.  Bought the book - my wife calls me the cave-in man - brought it home,
and sat down at bed time to read it with my son.  There were all sorts of
garbage trucks, logging equipment, cement trucks, cranes, bulldozers, back
hoes, and bucket loaders.  But there, in the middle of the book, amongst
the trailer campers and van campers, was the only vehicle in the whole book
identified by name - a Volkswagen Camper, pop-top up, in all it's late
'70's splendor.  My son pointed to it and said, "Daddy big truck".  Boy,
was I proud...

Alan Bosch
'88 Wolfsburg
(still got that silly grin)