
Six months ago:
Bill: "This sucks. I'm tired of sitting in this stroller in front of cars. I want to drive!
Dad: "You're too little, silly! Besides, you aren't even wearing shoes."
Bill: "Sounds like bad parenting."
Dad: "Yeah well if you'd stop being a lazy baby and walk like you're supposed to then I'd put shoes on you. And then we can talk about driving"
Bill: "Is that some kind of challenge?"
Dad: "Oh it's a double dog challenge, buddy!"
Bill: "Pretty sure you mean double dog dare, but I accept."
Flash forward to present day:

Dad: "Bill, what are you doing?"
Bill: "I'm going to drive the Ghia!"
Dad: "Bill, you can't drive the Ghia."
Bill: "Chris said I could."
Dad: "She did not."
Bill: "Uh huh, Kevin was right there listening. He knows. Ask him."
Dad: "You can't even reach the pedals."
Bill: "I've got a stick for the gas and a big rock for the brake. I'm good."
Dad: "Get out of the car, Bill. And bring the stick and rock."
Bill: "Foxy Fox is my copilot."
Dad: "Bill..."
Bill: "I've spent like 1/3 of my life preparing for this, Dad! I'm walking everywhere wearing shoes, mashing my cars into one another so I know what not to do. I'm ready for this."
Dad: "Ok, I'll tell you what. If you can say "Karmann Ghia", with your words and not your hands, you can drive."
Bill: "That's not fair."
Dad: "Feel free to tell your mom on me."
Bill: "Challenge accepted...."
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