"What is it? What's wrong???"
"Mama... what iiiiiis that??"
"Where? Oh... do you mean that machine outside?"
"A 'machiiinne'... it's soooo cooooool....."
"It is a machine, Day, but it's actually called a Backhoe Loader. You're right though, it is pretty cool."
"Whoooaah... Backhoe Loaderrr..... SO cool! But... why is there a man stuck inside of it?"
"Oh, he's not 'stuck' in there, Day, he's working in there, he's directing the backhoe with its controls to get the work done."
"He's so lucky! I really wanta do that, Mama, I wanta be a Backhoe Loader DI-RECTORRR!!!"
"I thought you were loving the retired-life, why would you possibly want to go back to work now, at this comfy and sleepy stage in your life?"
"You don't think I can do it."
"It's not that..."
"Just because I don't have thumbs??"
"More like because you don't have a license."
"So, you DON'T think I can do it!"
"Of course I think you can do it, Day; I know you can do anything that you put your mind to."
"Way to patronize your only son... Y'know, you should really think about writing a parenting book....."
"Maybe I will... and maybe I'll entitle the first chapter 'GROUNDED... due to Backhoe Loaded SASS!'......."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."
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