Well, turns out the family car needs a check-up. Unlike visiting Dr. Tom like I do, a car goes to a "Service Station".
Now as much as I love visiting Dr. Tom, the check-up for the car was way more exciting.
Wally the technician warned Mommy that I would probably try to take one of the tires home and I didn't let him down.
If I could have lifted it, I would have taken that thing home. Daddy could have just put one more expense on his credit card. I don't care if the thing wouldn't have fit on any of my toy trucks!