The young parents took great care to take the detour whenever they went into town. Basically because it was impossible to get little Tommy to keep walking when they accidentally took the wrong turn. They had to drag him away from all the colours. Everytime.
Tears, tantrum, trouble.
The candy aisle in the shop was a walk in the park compared to walking the red square.
I’d like to believe he took ’em off drunk because he bet his friends he could run a mile on bare feet while wearing a turkey costume, got tired, crawled in the ditch, fell asleep, woke up and couldn’t remember a thing.
It’s more likely his mom forgot them after getting ready for the car after a family day on the beach.
Still… I like my version better, with or without him being filmed and turning up on the internet, going viral, because he also did very real impressions of the sound turkeys would make when betting on such things.
Je maakt wat mee zo in de damesdouches van de camping aan de 101. Volgens nat haar links in de spiegel was dat rond 2 a.m. geweest en volgens badslippers rechts had haar man daarna nog een uur wakker gelegen. Ik niet. Als ik slaap dan slaap ik, heb ik geleerd. De geruststelling dat ik het echte spectakel gemist had kwam met de woorden ’well I’ve not seen any police so I guess it was nothing, right? Just someone scaring campers’. Heerlijk, gun control.