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A trip to Owl’s imagination often ends in strange places. The other day he approached me and said,

Owl: “Mommy, what do you want for play?”

Me: “Uh… do you want to play with your big green ball?”

Owl: “Nope, let’s play with my cars!”

He handed me a generic red plastic car that he often pretends is McQueen from the Pixar atrocity “Cars” (which he has never actually watched).

Owl: “You’re McQueen, and I’m Mater!”

Me: “Ok.”

McQueen and Mater then held the following conversation:

Mater_how are youLightning_mcqueen_fine thank youmater want youlightning_mcqueen_shock_