The kids and I were driving to the grocery store the other day.
Because seriously, that is pretty much all we do, but that really isn’t part of this story.
As we were passing the bus stop we saw one of the teachers from their preschool.
“Hey look guys!” I said “It is Mr. R.”
“What is he doing over there?” Claudia asked.
“He is waiting for the bus.”
“Why doesn’t he just drive?” Ian asked.
“Because he doesn’t have a car.” I told them.
“He could buy a car.” The boy informed me.
“Cars are really expensive.”
“Maybe he should take a taxi.” Ian suggested.
“Ian, taxis are really, really expensive. If Mr. R. took a taxi to work every day it would cost way more than buying a car.” I explained.
Ian thought about this for a while. Then he said “He should take the one where you answer questions.”
I took me a few minutes. Then it hit me.
“Are you talking about the Cash Cab?”
“Yes!” he said. “Mr. R. should take the Cash Cab!”
Of course, I am paraphrasing his reply that time because I was laughing so hard that I was crying and it is a minor Christmas miracle that I didn’t wreck the car.
After I recovered I said “Buddy, I think the Cash Cab is only in New York.”
Now Ian wants to move to New York.
Not that I blame him. Getting to ride in the Cash Cab would be awesome!
And you know it.