An Allegory for the Trinity

My son loves the Pixar movie Cars, if we let him, he'll watch and rewatch that movie all day long... happily and contently the way some people pray or meditate. 

As with any religion, Baby is completely taken with the central character, Lightning McQueen, and owns shoes, books and numerous toys engraved with his image. When we bought him his first McQueen car, a small matchbox style diecast car, he was in love. He would take that little car everywhere always clutching it tightly in his little hands. His love was so perfect that he would clutch that little toy car as he slept. So when he lost it we realized there was only one thing we could do... we rushed out and bought another McQueen car for him. This one was larger in hopes that it would be harder to lose. Eventually Baby's aunt learned of his devotion and for Christmas he received a Lego type McQueen car a present. It was around this time we also found the first toy car that fallen behind his changing table. 

So now he has three cars, each the same yet unique. And each car has a special purpose and fills a unique need. The first car, the smallest one, he calls "Baby McQueen car". It is this car that accompanies his on his outings. Small enough to slip into his pocket he carries Baby McQueen with him everywhere. The larger diecast McQueen car has no special name and it stays in his room. The rear axle is bent and the car doesn't roll freely and often it gets neglected. Hidden under books, tossed in with other toys but it's always there for him should he go looking. The final McQueen car, " 'eggo McQueen" is the toy that he loves the most dearly. This is the one he can take apart and re-arrange. When he decided the aggressively portrayed eyes were scarey, he took them off. When he decided he liked them, he put them back on. Sometimes McQueen shares parts with the 'Mater and for a while he sported a little police siren from another set. But it's always " 'eggo McQueen" and Baby looks for this toy when he sleeps and even in the middle of the night his little hand gropes around in the dark searching for the comforting touch of the cool plastic.