When I was a kid, and my parents went out, they would often leave the older kids to watch the younger kids. More often the not, the toddler-age kid would miss Mom and Dad very-extremely-much, and cry and whine for their swift return. To help out, one of the older kids (Rus, was it?) invented the lasso game.
We would throw an imaginary lasso out the window and down the street as far as we could, in hopes that it would catch Mom and Dad's car and pull it home. A toddler could be preoccupied for a full three minutes of precious whine-free time while she pulled that rope back into the house. If the pulling produced no car, we told her the lasso must have missed, and we threw it out again. Eventually, Mom and Dad came home, or she went back to crying.
This morning while Juma and I were waiting in the cold for the bus to take him to school and me to work, I tried the lasso game to catch the bus and bring it faster. Luckily, the bus came into view down the street as soon as I threw out the lasso, but I pulled and pulled that rope anyway, saying, "Look, Juma, it's working! I'm pulling the bus!"
To which he answered, "No you're not! It's driving. See, a driver!?!?"
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