He's singing in the back seat and, as we round the corner, he looks up and points out the window.
Happy: "Look, mama! It's Chick A Lay!"
Me: "Yep. Do you want some Chick A Lay for breakfast?"
Happy: [suddenly serious, possibly nauseous] "No. You drive away. Now."
The End.
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