My son right before he falls asleep: “Why do they not make the trains anymore that they used to make? Why? Why? What if our brain fluid went to the store to get snacks and scroll the phone all by itself? That would be so disgusting!! All the brain fluid making a sluggy trail.
I burned out at work today and accidentally delved into a Gas Station Simulator in an old country California town. I was screeching in a thick American accent. I got to tidy up. I got to ring up the customers. Paint the walls. Move sand in a mini excavator. My son loved it. ❤️
