For the uninitiated among us, this is a 6-year-old boy’s idea of heaven in a box. A very large box as it happens. And a very expensive box. And no, we won’t be getting one.
As both boys had different after school activities, it was agreed that I’d drive the big brother over to E’s in time for tea.
Half an hour before we were due to leave, he was packed, and impatiently sitting on the front door step encouraging me to hurry up.
I tried explaining that there was no way I was leaving the house without first ensuring his twin sisters had something for their tea, but he didn’t share my belief that this was a necessity.
As we got into the car, I was instructed to drive “super fast Mummy”, in order that he didn’t miss another minute of the Battle of Naboo.
It’s about a 30 minute drive to Arabian Ranches where E’s house is, and to reach it from our place you have to take the Emirates road; a six lane super highway full of raving idiots in their gas-guzzling tanks, who have no idea what indicators are for, and have taken to the road leaving both their guide dog and white stick at home.
It’s a bit like stock car racing, for free, as you do the school run.
It’s not a journey I particularly enjoy.
Most cars in Dubai are fitted with a speed warning indicator; an annoying little beeping sound, that starts to ring out once you reach the legal speed limit of 120 km/h.
A few kilometres into the journey, the little beeper sounded.
“What’s that noise Mummy?”
I’m surprised I’ve never been asked before.
I explained it was just a warning and nothing to worry about.
“Does this mean you’re breaking the law Mummy?”
Hmmm… truth or half truth?
“Not breaking the law exactly, but we’re not allowed to go any faster.”
The beeping continues as I try… and fail, to keep to the bleep-free speed of 119 km/h.
“If the police see you, will you go to jail?”
“No of course not sweetie. It’s just to tell you that you’re driving at the speed limit. It’s really not that serious.”
The big brother thinks about this for a moment, clearly wondering whether or not he should believe me.
“Would you like me to keep it a secret from Daddy that you drive too fast?”