Snowflake bounded into my office and immediately noticed something was amiss. Everything was rearranged and his eye caught the yellow of the end of the Plasmacar peeping out from behind the lounge chair. He's so much like his mother.
"What's that mamma," he sweetly chirps.
While my mother tried to convince him otherwise(that it belonged to someone else), I was the big pushover. I gave it to him early explaining that he found his big birthday present(oh he has more goodies coming, believe me). He was one hundred million degrees of excited. It made me happy to see him so happy. At about $50 it was a steal compared to the retro racers I thought about earlier.
We took the Plasmacar over to a parking lot and let him ride. He's in love. I'm in love. This sweet little buggy can hold up to 220 pounds on a smooth surface. Can you see where this is going? We rode around the living room all night, taking turns and then riding together, Snowflake cozied on my lap. Twisting, turning and propelling ourselves as if by magic.
This morning I had to bring the Plasmacar upstairs so we could get a little riding in. I seriously cannot wait to get home from work so I can go for a spin.
It is one of those things you emotionally attach to immediately. It gives you a feeling of happiness and freedom. It's one of the most amazing toys I've ever seen or experienced. Do you have a lot of hardwood? You need one of these. You won't be disappointed. Snowflake is spending the night at his grandparents. How convenient!
