“Why can’t we enter the contest?” my sister asked in her sweet voice.
“Because neither of us can drive,” I explained.
“Why do you need to drive, Woody?” Mom asked. “If it’s too far for you to walk, your Dad or I will drive.”
“But how can we win the cruisin’ part of the contest if we can’t drive?” I asked.
“There isn’t a cruisin’ category, son,” Dad answered.