Dada went grocery shopping last night and brought home Auggie a surprise. We assembled it last night while he was sleeping. After breakfast, Momma wheeled it out of the laundry room and the first thing Auggie said was, "truck?" He trembled with excitement while pulling the car door open like a pro.
Auggie immediately jumped in and began to drive (Fred Flintstone style).
Driving to town, still in my jammies...
He drove the car into every room downstairs and repeatedly said, "Bye, bye."
The remainder of the morning he spent surveying the car from the outside: checking the gas cap, wheels, grill, etc.
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