Recently when I picked up my 9 year old grandson Cameron after school and drove him to his karate class in my red tiny two seater Mini Cooper convertible, it was a beautiful sunny day and I had the top down.
Sitting next to me, Cameron began to adjust his body within the confines of his belt restraints and announced, "If I was an inch taller, I could drive this car."
The car is tiny, and at only nine years old Cameron isn't very big, but as I looked at the space involved I told him I thought he was probably right, although he might have to be a few inches taller.
But Cameron and this tiny red car, which one woman not long ago told me looks like "A Disney Concept Car" appeared to be made for each other.
Dick
Note: These are what I recall Cameron's words as being.
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