can't take the vrroooom out of the boy

Yesterday, at mealtime, Sam had a wooden block in front of him. He was pretending that it was a truck, and was pushing it back and forth, saying, "vrroooom, vrrooooom." I took it away, and told him, "No, Sam, it's time to eat, not time to play trucks". So Sam looked at me, and then picked up his fork, and started pushing it back and forth across the table, saying, "vrroooom, vrroooom."

Yep, he's a boy.

-Jess