From the back seat of the SUV I hear word that an imaginary rhinoceros drives better than me (said rhino is a “friend” of Ephali, the elephant hand puppet who’s a lovey). Little Man’s reasoning?–the rhino has a horn and tail and can do more things with them, like text. Where he came up with this–I don’t know. I have neither the desire nor the dexterity for that kind of nonsense.
Thanks to these two, I may be developing a little complex…
Of course one of them is wearing socks on his feet and his head…oh, yeah, and he’s not real! Or is he?
As a side note, Big Monkey defended my driving. He said that I’d win a driving contest (contests are big in our house–but only if you’re male). Little Man countered with, “And where are we going to find a little animal to drive a truck?!” He seemed a little indignant, as if Big Monkey had said the stupidist thing he had ever heard.