You love driving. You don't really understand that we are parked and that you don't really have true control over the car. It's quite funny because when we park up, you put out your hand as if you are begging for something and then keep repeating, "Car, car, car, car, car" and when that doesn't work, you try, "Please, please, please, please, please." This is your rudimentary way of asking permission to drive the car.
As you can see here, your daddy had to gaffer tape up the wing mirror because some moron ran into it with their car.
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