Esra just insisted Seth and I put him in his fire truck bed and act out an entire play. Seth was Grandpa and I was Grandma and the bed was a car. The crib was the volcano and he was Thurman and he crawled out of the window and I had to grab his back legs and Seth had to pull over and run around to the passenger side and grab Thurman's front legs to save him.
This happened thirty-four years ago while my parents were driving up from California (the weekend Mt. St. Helens erupted), to move my dad (and his cat, Thurman) to Washington.
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