Lines of cars appear around my house. They are proof that a little boy lives here. He is playing and using his imagination. The cars in these lines are "racing." They slowly migrate around the house as they race. Sometimes I trip on them as I come around a corner, but that's okay. I like seeing his cars all over the place. It makes me smile. One of these days he will be all grown, and I will miss the cars. For now I will enjoy them.
The line of cars - proof that a little boy is around here somewhere.
There he is.
William and His Cars