I asked the boys to please park all their bikes, cars, scooters, and other vehicles in a safe place on the deck, since it was time to come inside.
They looked at me blankly.
"I said, please park your bikes and scooters."
"Boys. Like this."
I gathered two toddler-sized vehicles, carried them to the side of the deck, and lined them up.
Tucker's blank expression was replaced with exasperation.
Pointing, he said, "Mommy, that is NOT the parking lot. That is the grocery store."
Ah. Clearly nobody informed me of the specifics in the imaginary neighborhood in the backyard.
Where are the parking signs, please, little sheriffs?