Cycle Past Worried And Straight Through To Play

(I’m watching my one-year-old nephew for the weekend, having brought him over sleeping at four am. Trying to catch some sleep I’m woken up around 8:30 hearing what sounds like a motorcycle.)

Nephew: “Vroom, Vroooooom, vrooom, Vroooooooooooom!”

(After several minutes I finally decided to get up to find out who it was when I saw my nephew was awake, sitting up in his bed. He was making the engine noises while he had his arms up in front of him holding an imaginary steering wheel. Apparently the first thing he had done after he woke up in a strange place without his parents was to ride his imaginary motorcycle.)