Reference the two kids on bikes with the hot mom in hot pants and high heels....I assume they’re trying to get daddy to buy a damned bicycle.
We used to get up in the morning, eat breakfast, head out the door and not come home until dark. I can’t remember what we ate for lunch.
We’d hit the woods with Crosman, Benjamin, and Marlin in hand, kill rabbit or squirell, cook ‘em, and head home to play football....and have BB gun wars....
“I can’t remember what we ate for lunch.”
Someone’s mom always provided…manna from heaven.