Lars and I are on the way home from hockey team tryouts. He's in the back, telling me which parts of the tryout were fun and which part (only one exercise) he didn't like. Lars feels pretty confident that he'll be called back for the second tryout session on Wednesday and is excited about skating for the Bears again.
After hockey talk, there's a bit of quiet as he checks out evidence of road construction starting up soon. "Mama," he says, "Can we rent a pick-up truck?"
"Do you have something we need to pick up?"
"Yes, something SCARY!"
"You have something scary to pick up? What is it? Is it big?"
"You have too many questions, Mama. We only need a pick-up truck. A red pick-up truck. And big. It should be really big."
"Ok, then. Only one question...what scary thing do we have to pick up?"