Maggie is convinced that we need a truck. I'm sure Dan had something to do with this conviction. But she really does like trucks. Every time we go anywhere she points out the "cool trucks" that she sees and asks if she can have one.
A couple of weeks ago, she actually started crying when she saw a truck she wanted on the freeway ("Pease? I have it? Pease? I want that one. Pease?").
Today I got a mailer from the Toyota dealership and Maggie looked at it with hope in her eyes and said "Is that the one you get for me?"