When I was little my sisters and I loved playing with the Little Tykes car and old fashioned gas pump at my great aunt and uncle's house. We would take turns commanding the had pump and car. One time I was peddling the car around to my sister, and she decided to change the price.
I don't remember exactly what happened, but the conversation probably went like this:
"You have to pay five million dollars!"
"Why???!!"
"Um, cuz... I'm the gas station person. That's why!"
"No oooo! I refuse!"
"You can't! You gots to have gas!"
And then I yelled that I had no need for gas and scooted away as fast as my chubby little legs could take me, with Erin in close pursuit.
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