Stop at Target

Thing 3 is a 3 year old boy and he loves his cars. He gathers 30-40 of them in a little bucket and brings them to the small table in the kitchen, lines them up and plays. The cars have conversations, arguments, and races. Tires peal, brakes squeal and no one can touch the cars except him.

Today he was playing with his cars and said to me, "Mommy, these cars are driving around Target. See this sign? It says 'Target'!"