Zoom, Zoom

You know those car commercials? The ones that end with the little boy who leans into the camera and whispers, "Zoom, zoom!" with an adorable smirk? Well, I've got news for you: those aren't really car commercials. Those are messages from God disguised as car commercials. That boy? He's really an angel. His message? Zoom, zoom, time is flying by. Better pay attention. Those cars? Well, those are Mazdas. God's pretty into Mazdas.

Zoom, zoom. That's how long it took for this baby to grow up to seven years old. No time at all.

Zoom, zoom. He's got opinions and homework and hobbies and friends.

Zoom, zoom. He's got a sense of humor, a sense of style, and a sense of determination. He can pour the milk all by himself. Don't insult him with an offer to help. Need something googled? He's your man.

Zoom, zoom. He's full of wishes and dreams for his future. He thinks about being grown up. He's scoping out career options. I guess he knows it's not that far away.

Zoom, zoom, seven years passed just like that. He said it was his best birthday ever. He now has enough to compare them.

Zoom, zoom, indeed.

Does God talk to you through car commercials?