He sat in the back of the car. It sped through the world, the enormous world, his part of it was small, but not. He had possibilities, as only the young can have.
“I-spy-with-my–little-eye-something-beginning-with N.” His eyes flashed with mischief. They always did. He had thrown a challenge to those of us in the car, it could be anything, literally.
“Nest.” I said.
“No.” Delight in the little voice from the back.
“Nuts. No I can’t see nuts.” Said another small voice trying to join in, desperate to be right.