Viva: Want to go to Pinky Donuts?
Mama Blah: Sure, where is it?
Viva: We have to go in the spaceship.
MB: Okay –
[We both get into the spaceship, which consists of a blanket stretched across a chair and her bed rail. We both start driving; i.e., pretending to steer a nonexistent steering wheel.]
Viva: NO! I DRIVE!
MB: Oh, all right. So where is Pinky Donuts?
Viva: It’s way up there.
MB: Oh, like on another planet?
MB: That’s far. Is it, like, in the Fourth Galaxy?
MB: Wow, those must be some good donuts.
Viva: NO, THEY DON’T SELL DONUTS!
MB: They don’t?
MB: But they’re Pinky Donuts! What a rip-off! So what do they sell?
MB: Oh. We’re driving all the way to the Fourth Galaxy for cheese?
Viva [defensively]: Yeah.
MB: This better be some good cheese. What kind of cheese is it?
Viva: Dinky cheese.
MB: Dinky cheese?
Viva: Yeah. Dinky stinky cheese.
MB: Dinky stinky cheese?! So we’re driving across four galaxies for small, smelly pieces of cheese??
Viva: Yeah, Mom.
MB: Hold on – stop the spaceship, I need to get my notebook.