Little Son walks by with a wrench. Holds it up for my view.
"I'm gonna go make sure the truck isn't having any problems."
"Uh... (tamp down feelings of panic, hurry!) what?"
"I'm just gonna go fix the truck."
I looked a couple of minutes ago, and it was pretty cute to see him under the truck, looking up at stuff, investigating with his wrench.
Pray for me, won't you?