The other day I was a little depressed and wanted some extra appreciation. I decided to take that #23 car and put it in my pocket.
Then I asked him, "Do you know where your #23 car is?"
He said, "I don't know where it is."
I said, "You better find it."
He despeartely tried to find that car for around 15 minutes. I then told him, "You must have lost it." He started to cry. I felt so bad for him.
He quit moping around and crying about an hour later. An hour after that I pulled the car out of my pocket and said, "Look what I found. Your red #23 car!"
He jumped up and down. "You found it! You found it, daddy!"
I was his hero. I hope he thanks God for me finding his red #23 car now.

Just in case you think I am an evil dad, everything after the first paragraph was made up.