Z is upstairs on a mission. She quickly enters the bedroom she shares with her older brother and is struggling to push the bin back on the shelf, all the while uttering the same phrase over and over.
I don't understand her utterances but help her push the bin back.
Her hands are full of matchbox cars.
She then leaves her room and starts heading down the hall towards the stairs.
M comes upstairs and she informs me they are having a rubber band car race(whatever that is).
It is then that I realize Z was saying, "a more cars, a more cars, a more cars" over and over again.
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