Back when John's mom was alive, we used to travel up the mountain about once a month for a weekend visit. Timothy, who was about 2 years old at the time, had a passion for all things that go: cars, trucks, trains, etc. That was before he discovered computers. LOL. One of his favorite toys was a big ring of real keys that John had made up for him. He would get in the cozy coupe and 'start the engine' with one of his keys and head off to 'wok'.

During one visit, John felt tired from a long workweek so he laid down to catch a quick catnap while his Mom and I visited and prepared lunch. As he lay there drifting, little Timothy padded to the sliding glass door and began a little conversation with himself. John was so sleepy that he only partially listened until he heard Tim say with determination, "No back seat. I drive it." with a little faint jingle of keys. John's eyes opened wide. He would later relate to us that if he had heard the door open, he knew right where the lad was heading, straight to the car - the real one.