What are you going to drive when you grow up Bobby?
An electric scooter! (He says with a grin on his face and a smile in his eyes!)
An electric scooter?! The kind with a seat on the back for me?
No! Not another seat! You can come in your car.
In the car?! But when you grow up, I'll not want to drive anymore. I'll want to come with you!
OK okay! (He realizes Mumma is getting a bit clingy).
Actually you can be in the basket (of the electric scooter).
The basket? What am I, eggs? Eggs go in a basket!
(Giggles) No, you're not eggs, but you can still just be in the basket! Be in the basket Mumma!
I'm not happy about this arrangement.
