A Father’s Day gift from my son when he was 3 years old…
We used to live down the street from a flea market. There we had a great relationship with several vendors, one of whom sold diecast models. When my beloved brought my son to his booth to get something for me for Father’s Day, his eyes fell upon this truck, he just had to get it for Dad…markings not withstanding. More than willing to dump an otherwise unsalable model on my unsuspecting boy,–there’s just not a big market for Mother’s day diecast–it was bagged and on its way out the door.
About a month later, I was chatting with the vendor and the subject came to my new truck model. After a chuckle, I said, “How could I not be pleased…it’s from my boy. He knew daddy modeled in things that size and got it for me.” My vendor smiled and said, “I guess I got no chance at buying that back, huh? …even at 4X the money?”
“Weeeeelll….I have the complete set–almost. Thought I had that truck already but realized I didn’t and I need it to complete the collection.”
“Lemme guess, because of the paint it’s rather hard to find?”
“Happy hunting buddy…”
“Yeah, I figured as much…Happy Father’s Day.”