Tonight, when Troy and my wife got home, Troy was not ready to leave the car. When my wife wasn't looking, he crawled back into the car and over to the driver's seat, standing up and turning the steering wheel. He was making car engine sounds as he motored down the Autobahn or through a busy street in pursuit of an international spy. He was having a blast, pushing buttons and making adjustments to improve the performance of his automobile. All the while, smiling and laughing at how "grown up" he was now, driving like a flying furry rodent from a fiery pit of despair, just like his mother!
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