Cubis could hardly believe his eyes when Dad wheeled out a shiny little toy car just his size. His eyes lit up like fireworks, and he clapped his tiny hands with pure excitement. “For me?!” his squeaks seemed to say as he jumped up and down. Dad chuckled, handing him the keys—though Cubis didn’t quite know what they were for, he held them proudly like treasure.
Without wasting a second, Cubis climbed into the bright red car. He gripped the steering wheel with determination, puffing out his chest like a professional driver. “Vroom! Vroom!” he shouted, his imagination turning the backyard into a racetrack.
At first, things went smoothly. He drove in circles, giggling loudly, showing off his new ride. But Cubis’s excitement quickly outpaced his driving skills. He pressed too hard on the little pedal, sending the car zooming forward. His eyes went wide as he realized he had no idea how to stop!
The car bumped over a small rock, and in the funniest slow-motion moment, Cubis tipped sideways. The car tilted, and with a dramatic squeal, he tumbled right out onto the soft grass. For a split second, there was silence—then Cubis popped his head up, leaves sticking to his hair, and burst out laughing at himself.
Dad, who had rushed over in worry, stopped and laughed too, relieved to see Cubis grinning ear to ear. “Looks like my little racer needs some practice!” Dad said, helping him back up.
Instead of being embarrassed, Cubis proudly pointed at the car as if his fall had been part of the plan all along. He climbed back in, determined to try again. Soon enough, the yard echoed with his giggles and playful “vrooms,” each wobble and bump turning into another funny memory.
That day, Cubis didn’t just get a car—he got his first hilarious driving story, one that Dad would retell for years with a smile.
