Like a pancake!
Crossing the grocery store parking lot, I held Seth’s hand like I always do, but he got agitated. He hurried us along to get out of the way of cars. He said something that took me a few seconds to register, but I made it out. Referring to the cars, “Squash me like a pancake!”
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