Look, but don't touch, don't touch, don't touch!!

Little Elvis loves cars. I'm not sure if I've ever waxed poetic about this love, but it runs deep. And I'm not talking about toy cars (those are ok) or the little car thing he drives in his carseat (it's ok, most of the time), no I'm talking about real cars. My son hearts real cars.

When we head outside to play, we have to make several trips around each car before swinging or sliding.

Here he is inspecting the grill of one of our cars.

Once we took him to a playground and he spent more time -- and had more fun!-- in the parking lot.

He walks around them, studies the tires, hits on the doors, points out the letters and numbers on the license plates and the car names. He pokes at the grills and all sorts of things.

I can tell him what most of the things he points at are, but I've started saying, "thing." I tried "I don't know" and that upset him.

Bob had the brilliant idea last week to take our little car enthusiast to a fancy car show. You know the ones where people park their hot rods in front of some store on the weekend? Here they do it on a Friday night at Chick-Fil-A. (Wow, do I write about that place a lot.)

We decided to take Little Elvis to see the cars after we did our weekly shopping trip.

And he had the best time running around the cars and looking at the tires, grills, and things! But no one came over. I figured they would, but they all stayed away... and stared.

So we kept looking at cars and guessing their makes and years. Little Elvis was in Heaven. We didn't bring the camera, but trust me, the grin was huge and the dimples were deep.

After running around several cars, he headed for some souped up old blue-ish purple car and this man starts running at us yelling, "Don't touch! Don't touch! Don't TOUCH!"

I looked at Bob and said, "We weren't supposed to be touching?"

Bob shrugged. And we steered Little Elvis away from that car, instead leading him back to the regular cars in the parking lot. He was just as happy walking around our dirty 7-year-old car anyway.

There's a lesson to be learned here -- you aren't supposed to touch these cars. I'm not sure why, the cars are out for everyone to look at, you have to touch the car to get into it, and these guys probably wax those things everyday. Obviously, I know nothing about this culture.

We won't take Little Elvis back to that fancy car night. Instead, we're thinking of taking him to a car dealership next. They will let him touch the cars... right?