S- Hey, there is grandpa's truck. Look, Grandpa is here eating lunch. Do they have a table?
Me- Yes they have a tab.....
G- (interrupts) THAT is NOT Grandpa's truck. THAT is MIKE'S truck.
G- Grandpa's truck is dirty and old. MIKE'S truck is clean and shiny!
We climb out of the car.
G- (points to another truck, identical to the first one, but muddy) LOOK, I TOLD YOU! THERE is Grandpa's truck over there. Look S.
S- Ohhhh, I forgot G. Grandpa's truck IS dirty.
Once inside, it was straight to the candy aisle. There wasn't even time to wave to Grandpa, who immediately hollered out, "HEY BOYS!" They were boys on a mission. A SUCKER mission, if you will. I hope I haven't started something.