“Not another ambulance!” perked Tomas.
“No, we have plenty of those riding our streets.”
Young Tomas lined up two cars on the kitchen floor.
“Ya, I know, because of Coronavirus,” he said. “Which one do you want to race, Dad?”
“The one on the left.”
“Where is ‘left’?”
“The Cadillac,” Dave replied.
Their cars spun out after hitting the fridge.
“What’s the new toy?” beamed Tomas.
Dave coaxed his son to a street-facing window, revealing a remote starter in his hand.
“Ten years from now, you can be its driver.”