The little girl looks down the little boy’s shorts.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“I dunno.” The little boy the looks down the little girl’s shorts. “Well what’s that?”
“I dunno,” the little girl replies. So they go back to their separate homes, and the little girl goes to her mother.
“Mommy, what’s this?” the little girl asks, pointing down her shorts. Her mother sits down and looks at the little girl very seriously.
“Now honey, that is your garage. And you never, ever, want to let any cars park in there.”
“Ok mommy,” replies the little girl before she skips happily away.
Back at his home, the little boy approaches his father.
“Daddy, what’s this?” The little boy points down his shorts. His father grins.
“Son, that there is your sports car. And you want to try to park that car in as many garages as you can.”
“Ok!” the boy replies, going off to play.
The next day, the little girl and the little boy are playing together at the park again. The little girl had only been gone for maybe 20 minutes before she comes running home.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
Her concerned mother comes out of the house. “What is it honey? What’s happened?”
“A little boy at the park tried to park his car in my garage, so I ripped off his two rear wheels!”