Corin could play (and does play) trucks all day long, but when he wants me to play trucks with him I quickly run out of steam."Pbbbbbbbbbbbb, pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb," I make the noise of the car engine and race it along. Then I add, "His car must run on farts."
"No pooted! No pooted!" he retorts.
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"Oh, no, the bus rolled over! Weee-ooh weee-ooh! Mr. Bus Driver, were you drinking again? Yes, officer. Sorry, officer."
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"Here's Evel Knievel in the brown truck, and he's going to jump all the other cars! Ker-chunck! He's airborne, he's going to make it! He ... he ... no, he smashes into the last car!"
He has no idea what to make of this. Apparently I know how to amuse only myself with trucks.
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It still amuses me, too!
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