R: Where are you going?
G: To the Hoodin Stop
R: What is the Hoodin Stop?
G: (obviously exasperated at the question) "Geez, it's where you get dirt and gas." (Drives trike to mud-pile and proceeds to shovel dirt into the rear bucket).
R: Can I come to the Hoodin Stop?
G: No - you are too old.
R: Oh
M: Greyson - how do you spell Hoodin Stop?
G: (even more exasperated at the idiocy of this question than the last) Mom - can't you read the sign right above us that says "Hoodin Stop?" It's right there.
Can't believe I missed it.
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