My new car is a boy car.
Roy said, “what makes it a boy car?”
“It’s a Transformer. Boys play with Transformers.”
“It’s a Camaro just like your other one. An SS just like your other one. It can be a girl car.”
“My red Camaro, I could find matching lipstick and nail polish!”
“You can get yellow nail polish!”
“Yellow Nail Polish Makes Your Fingers Look Like You have Fungus! Boys have fungus!”
“Well you got me there.”
He’s over the moon!
I’m still poutin’.