“You’re training them early these days, eh?” Mrs. Bone nodded toward the toy truck her neighbor, Lucy, just unloaded from her adult-size truck next to her baby boy’s walker.

Lucy frowned and feeling a bit offensive, “Training?”

“Yeah, you’re training your little tyke to be an adult, no? Isn’t that a little early? He just turned one, right?”

Lucy looked at the toy truck and laughed, “That’s not for the baby, that’s for Mike. This truck is a collectible and I just picked it up to surprise him for our wedding anniversary gift. You know he loves his Chevy trucks.”

(100 words)

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