This is the family car of choice. In our house it’s called “cool, cool car,” so named by our 2-year-old. We got him one for his birthday. (Its real name: PlasmaCar.)
My wife got it for our 2-year-old after telling me she had scouted it out and that it was “toy of the year.” I’m generally skeptical of toys of the year, but this one has been a hit.
The only challenge was getting our two boys to share the one cool, cool car.
Side note: there was and is an accompanying song. It goes like this:
(loudly) A COOL, COOL CAR!
(softly) a cool, cool car.
(loudly) A COOL, COOL CAR!
(softly) a cool, cool car.
(loudly) A COOL, COOL CAR!
(monotone) CAR.
As I was saying, the sharing was not working out too well…until Grandma came to town and got the 5-year-old one of his very own! (Thanks, Grandma!) It’s now being called a “rocketship.”
The 5-year-old now knows how to do donuts on our back deck. The 2-year-old is not far behind. It’s hours of endless entertainment for us all.
And, yes, that’s the 2-year-old in the picture above on (you guessed it) his older brother’s cool, cool car.
Photo credit: Ian Drummond
Words on the Word 
Well, to give credit where credit is due, it was Mormor who initiated and helped purchased the first cool-cool-car!
Indeed! Props to her.