Ten Lightening McQueens

The sun creeps over the forest this morning, to dawn on Big Al’s fourth year.

The plastic party cups are empty and spent; the pristine car-shaped cake half eaten. The cake-top firework sits in the corner of the kitchen, blackened and burnt. And about ten Lightening McQueen cars are lined up in Big Al’s parking lot, ready for a gruelling day of play ahead.

When I got married almost 20 years ago, Phil and I did not have a wedding list. We were naive souls and were simply happy to have our favourite friends and family there at our big day. It never occurred to us to orchestrate gift-giving so we benefitted.

That mountain of presents next to the cake, though, that did look awfully promising. The thought of it sat in my subconscious as we drove away in our friends’ car to the hotel nestling in Surrey, and trolled around London indulging in all-you-can-eat-for Β£3 pizza deals, and jumping on a plane bound for a Greek island.

We dined and swam and snorkelled and discovered, thousands of miles away, and returned happily after a fortnight to our pile of pressies.

It was then that we discovered that the default wedding present is always glasses.

Gift after gift was opened joyfully, only to discover that we were good for glasses for about the next decade. Big glasses, small glasses, crystal upmarket wine goblets, chunky tumblers for bier blonde.

It is a mixed blessing, the clumsiness of my spouse and I. We don’t mean to, but we break things easily. And steadily, we smashed our way through the lot.

One day my mother was sitting on our lounge, bemoaning the glut of glasses once again. “How will you ever use them all?” she wailed.

Upon which the sound of smashing glass reverberated from the kitchen, where Phil was preparing our drinks. Problem solved.

Too many glasses.

Yesterday, everyone in the Shrewsday empire had one important appointment. Wild donkeys couldn’t have kept us away from it. For at 4:30 yesterday afternoon, it was Big Al’s birthday party.

We bundled his gifts into a big Sainsbury’s bag: Al is besotted with the Disney feature film, ‘Cars’. Unbeknown to us, Felix had wrapped two of his beloved models of its hero, Lightening McQueen: a bright red racing car with a big grin. We had obediently trotted out to find a brand new model of the same toy, it being on Al’s list and all.

The bag was getting quite bulky.

We picked it up and headed out to walk through the forest to Big Al’s house. Arriving with a soggy dog, we found Al was not open to conversation. He had two big Lightening McQueen cars, and was lining them up solemnly on the floor. I think they were talking to each other.

The party food was out and the Lightening McQueen cake parked quietly round the kitchen corner. Everyone fell on the spread and munched crisps and, to a predictably lesser extent, carrot sticks. Big Al sat down and did what he was told, but his heart wasn’t in it. His presents were piled round his plate.

And so he was given a dispensation to forgo food and open the gifts.

As he tore off the paper with the dismissive focus, it became clear that there was one item on his birthday list: Lightening McQueen. And that was just fine with Al.

One is never allowed to get down from the table mid-meal, but today was an exception. While the rest of us grazed, Al had a mission. He corralled every Lightening Mcqueen.Β Each one appeared to have a different voice. They had a symposium. It was very serious.

He was tempted back for the cake, of course. And when the sparkler firework on top went off he almost exploded himself. It was fortunate that he didn’t, however, because his Daddy had managed to unpackage our present to him. This McQueen, it seemed, would drive forwards on its own for a couple of yards. Press it, forward, stop.

I glanced over a little later to see Al with our Mcqueen and the cuddly one Felix had bequeathed him. The current game was to start the little car and when it moved, chase it with the other one.

The symposium continued.

Al’s mum was getting antsy about his tea. But he was on Planet McQueen, and he was not for returning. So she worked out a deal whereby he returned to her for a bite of bread and butter every now and then, only to return to the auto-parliament for more deliberation.

Al did not need a birthday list. Because there would always have been one item on it, and the more of that item, the better, as far as this four-year-old-boy was concerned.

He will give those McQueens a run for their money.

36 thoughts on “Ten Lightening McQueens

  1. Bless him! he sounds such a delightful boy, and how lucky that you are all near enough to share in each others special days.
    You were fortunate that you had glasses, our glass was Pyrex bowls – only two left!

  2. Lovely.

    Scout always had a glut of lego…. there are boxes and boxes of it now consigned, after years of use, to boxes and untouched – well until there’s an excuse to bringing it out for a smaller visitor πŸ™‚

  3. Felix is my kind of hero. My nephew, Louie, would bring me a present every time they came to visit. It didn’t matter why they were coming, be it someone’s birthday, or just a chat between sisters, Louie would come with something wrapped for his Aunt Penny. Sometimes, it was a little toy from his stack, other times, it was something off of his mommy’s dresser, which I would discreetly give back to her. I loved every gift.

    Happy 4th birthday to Big All. I love it! All those Lightening McQueens. A party to remember.

    1. Louie sounds wonderful. That giving instinct is a precious one. Felix has been extremely proprietorial about these McQueens until the birthday came around. I’ve been so chuffed that he wanted to give them away to Al. Thanks, Penny, I’ll remember Louie.

  4. Yup. Glasses. We got glasses and wine decanters (something I’ve never used in real life).

    I had a FREE yardsale for friends to redistribute some of the largesse ~ 108 wine glasses and 4 decanters decanted from our lives.

    Aah . . . that’s better.

  5. I just love hearing about your family! What a delightful glimpse at a special time in a little boy’s life…what would we all do to once again have that same magic with our birthday celebrations! Happy Birthday to Big Al! Debra

  6. So heartwarming πŸ™‚ Felix is a star and Big Al sounds like he had the Best Day Ever!

    Nancy? 108 wine glasses! from this distance that’s hilarious, but I can imagine the novelty had long worn off by the time you’d opened about 10 πŸ™‚

  7. That boy must have been in auto heaven. I’m glad he didn’t explode himself – for one thing, we in cyberspace would miss reading these entertaining episodes of adventures in Al-land… May he enjoy many, many more birthdays!

  8. Happy Birthday to Big Al…sounds like a brilliant party! Reminds me of a police car I once gave my nephew, without a thought for what that meant, siren and all. I’m still apologising to my sister πŸ˜€

  9. Poor Phil, and he’s not even Greek…Or, well, I don’t know if he is or not, but ..YOU GO BIG AL!!!
    I, an admitted “RedNeck’ from the birth place of Nascar, can speak for the authenticity of the Pixar films Cars 1 and 2.

    I know…Me , right? A 52 year old man should be ashamed of himself, but, I, knowing the driver,and industry personalities that these plastic,computer generated toys were able to portray…

    I want an autograph from ALL of Al’s Birthday gifts.

    The only regret I have is that I didn’t see cars 1 in an “I – Max” theater, which would have driven home an even more realistic, first place ambiance of attending an actual “Bristol Motor speedway” event as this.

    On a more antiquated note: Phil is a lucky man, If I were 30 years younger, and it wasn’t for big Phil, well, I would just roll the top back , and plug Mick Jagger in the 8 track…and DID YOU SAY ALL YOU CAN EAT PIZZA?

    ‘Wild Donkies” couldn’t drag me away…
    God Bless You
    paul

    Oh, by the way, this was a wonderfully written article. And I was able to actually read it without any outside disturbances.

    Or, more likely the “Mapping the possibilities’ post was just a little over my head, cause when it goes beyond 1 x 6 = 12, I’m totally mathematically challenged.

    Bye

    1. Glad you enjoyed Big Al, Paul, and I’ll tell him someone who knows NASCAR inside out approves of his new flotilla of Lightening McQueens πŸ˜€ Thanks for coming back despite the Thing That Ate New Zealand and all your trials yesterday. Hope you’re feeling better and they’ve turned the telly off next door….

  10. Thank you, they did, but then turned the boom box up with snoop diggity dawg, or some bum-pity bump sort of thing. I just turned the food network on and drowned it out as best I could.
    A screaming, Samurai wielding, Takeshi Kaga, not only sliced through the loudness, but I think may have frightened them enough to turn it down a little.
    Thanks again, great reading.
    paul

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