I like to sit (I mean stand!) at Papa's driver seat. But Papa will only let me when the car is parked, of course, if not Uncle policeman will scold (Mama always says that!)
After church service, we had to wait for other drivers to remove their vehicles. So while we were stuck inside, I would play with the signals and steering wheel.
Ay! See what see! (2 gangster drivers! Get out of the way!)
I will get excited when I'm put at the driver seat! Papa said he'll let me drive his car when I grow up (with a license, of course!). A deal is a deal, Papa!
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