Keeping up with the Joneses

Edith and I pulled up at a red light next to a car showroom this evening.

"Mommy! Cars! Indide!"

"I see them! Why do you think those cars are inside?"

Pause. Edith said something I didn't catch but that sounded perhaps like "duht."

"Dirt? You think they're inside to keep them clean?"

Silence.

"Well, maybe. I think the cars are in there just to show them off. They want to sell them to us."

"Yeah!"

"You want to buy a car?"

"Yeah."

"No, I think we already have a perfectly nice car, this car."

"Harry two cars."

Harrison's family does have two cars. I hadn't realized Edith was feeling humiliated by our lone station wagon. Poor kid--21 months old and already suffering the embarrassment of uncool parents.