Penny Racer (cont.)

One of the pitfalls of having a 4 year old is that random items tend to up and walk off. In this case, it was my beloved Penny Racer.

Sure, we were only together for a few short days, but they were truly magical days. We raced up and my desk, for minutes at a time. We laughed when it fell off the edge, we ooo-ed when it made it to the end.... but its all over.

My daughter kidnapped the Penny Racer, and deposited it somewhere in a yard in North Georgia (cue Deliverance music).

I guess they were right. We just can't have nice things.