This chapter could have
been called “Spoiling Brady” because that’s one grandparent trait we’ve had
difficulty abandoning. As much as we don’t want to spoil him, we’ve lost the
battle many times, which our grown kids are only too happy to remind us.
With all Brady’s been
through, we wanted to afford him as much pleasure as possible. To Brady, like
many boys, that meant anything with wheels. It began at two years old with fire
trucks and police cars. We spent our weekends, with Brady in tow, visiting local
fire and police stations (he knew the firefighters by name) and to local fairs
where fire engines and police motorcycles were on display. We couldn’t do
enough for him, most likely overcompensating, because Jaime wasn’t there.
When
Brady added autos and racecars to his repertoire on wheels, his collection
totaled at least five hundred cars. He knows where every car came from and
knows if one is missing.
“When I grow
up, I want to make billions and trillions of dollars!” Brady exclaimed.
“I want seven Ferrari’s and each one will be a different color for each
day,” he confidently stated. “That way, if one breaks, I’ll go to the next
one.” Maybe he should raise us!
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