I'm sitting here listening to my six-year old son and his friend have a play date.
They put together a race track and dragged out all of Zack's many NASCAR Hot Wheels cars.
I am now listening to them act as color announcers, using each car's sponsor as the cue for their announcement.
"Also, this is brought to you by, CHEEZIT! Get your OWN darn box."
"Yep! He's the last car up to the practice round. He's full of OLD SPICE."
"And he's back. CHEEZIT is back from his stomach ache. He's feeling a lot better now. He got his own box. But he ate it all."
I love kids.