"What is that?"
"I found it."
"What is it?"
"It was by my carseat."
"And what is it?"
It's now in my hand. And what is it... it looks sort of like a smashed no-bake cookie. But I haven't (no-)baked those in ages, and the boys haven't ever eaten one in the minivan.
Hmm. But we did do McDonalds on-the-go last week.
What I have in my hand is a half-eaten, dried up, hard-as-a-rock hamburger patty.
Tucker is very linear and precise, and it bothers him deeply when both halves of the bun do not align with the hamburger in the middle. So, he took matters into his own hands. Gone with the beef.
And apparently he chucked it over his shoulder, in the car.
I'm growing more and more aware of the need to visit the car wash. And definitely the vacuum station.