My favorite dialog for the weekend was brought about by my minivan being parked off the driveway to allow more space for guests . . .
Oh no! What happen?
Blue car. Blue car in grass.
Don’t worry. Don’t worry.
Don’t worry car, we love you! [Stroking the side of the car.]
We’ll help you blue car!
Then came the grunt as Thane started pushing on the front of the car to see if he could get it back up on the pavement. He was equally concerned on Sunday when my minivan was once again off the pavement and parked in the grass.