My boys are boys. Deep I know. But how else do you describe their ability to make any stick, pencil, curtain rod, anything, a sword or gun or ramp for their mini cars. My boys are boys. They look, smell, run, play, jump, yell, act, like boys. I like it that they are boys. Boys rule.

my boys happen to like hot wheels and micro machines.
I have to admit responsibility for this particular attachement because even when Levi was too young to use them, I would buy hot wheels for him (and any future siblings of course). I bought them hoping he would like them . I did, so why wouldn't he?
hot wheel's now makes sets in series where several cars are painted with a theme. like all have a candy painted on them, or all are pro wrestlers, or all are board games or etc... I liked a particular theme "the race team series". Basically they were cool metallic blue with the hotwheeels logo on them. I also like some of the older, more realistic cars, the mustangs, el caminos, etc. I had 2 stashes. One for the boy(s) and one for daddy. My cars were kept on my dresser, displayed neatly as if I hired a miniature valet stored in my top drawer. (I don't.) These cars have always been off limits to the boys. They aren't supposed to touch them. They are in mint condition and I planned to keep them that way. Boys have a tendency to jump, throw, crash, step on, cars. A tendency my cars weren't supposed to experience.

I realized this weekend my hot wheels are holy. One of the meanings for holy is, "set apart". things that are set apart from the others because they have a special meaning, purpose or significance. What do you have that is holy? What parts of your life, your day, of you are "set apart"?