In December, we saw my parents a few times for my sister Laura's wedding and then for Christmas. To my knowledge, these are the only times Colt has ever laid eyes on my Dad's car, a silver Toyota Prius.
So after seeing the car a few times, listen when I tell you my 2 year old can pick out a Prius from A MILE AWAY. I'm not joking. And I'm not talking about a learned trick. From his carseat in the backseat, he will call out "Papaw's Car!" as we're driving down the road. And he has not been wrong a single time. The Prius can be any color – so he's not just noticing other silver cars. Green, blue, white, black – anything. And it can be facing any direction. Driving away from us, crossing left to right in front of the car, coming toward us – you name it.
It's like Slug Bug. But intense. He picks out my car (again, any color) and he picks out Jeff's car (he's got around a 90% hit rate with this one — Camrys sometimes trip him up) — but those don't surprise me. He sees our cars every day. But his other favorite is my sister Becky's car - an Oldsmobile Alero. Any color. Any day. Any time. "BecBec's Car!"
I don't know if it's appropriate to attribute it to watching Cars 1700 times in the last 30 days or something more inborn, but it's reached the point of eerie. I could see if he were good at pointing out police cars or firetrucks (which he is) or if one of us drove a very distinct car, easy to spot. But these are your everyday little Toyotas — no one's driving a Ferrari here.
Yeah, this? We've upgraded. Big time.