The story of Zack and the four buses

This morning Zack brought me his buses, one at a time. He said, "This is the great big papa bus, this is the middle size mama bus, this is, um, um, the other middle size mama bus, and this is the little tiny baby bus!" Then he took them all and drove them off the edge of the radiator into the block box. Then he said, "I'm so sad!" I asked, "Why are you sad, baby?" And he said, "The buses fell and bonked their heads!" And I said, "Uh oh, what can you do to help them feel better?" And he said, "I can kiss them, make them feel better." And he did.



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