Margie and I ended up both picking up Katherine at day care (long story). Which meant that we drove back home in two cars through rush hour. Kitten was riding with Margie, behind me, and they were chit-chatting.
“Daddy has a new boyfriend!” Katherine declared.
“Oh?” Margie repllied, slowly.
“He has a new car!”
“Oh. Ah. You think Daddy’s car is his boyfriend?”
“Uh-huh!”
Well … yeah. Though I share him it with Margie, on occasion, too. How sick is that?
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That’s funny. If only my car *could* be my boyfriend.
I always wondered a bit about Michael Knight and KITT …
Was it a stick shift?
Well, KITT was an automatic. Mine’s a stick shift — a short-throw racing shift, in fact, nudge-nudge.