Decades ago, my sister-in-law with her husband and five kids visited us. The wives took the two older ones shopping and left the men to babysit the rest. We loaded them in the rumble seat (they were small enough for all three to fit) and went to the Dairy Queen. On the way back, we stopped at a red light beside a new Corvette convertible. The driver complemented the car and talked to the kids in the back. Course they thought the trip was great fun and told their siblings about it. Naturally, we then had to make a second trip with the older ones.
