"Rrrrrrrrrrr", whispering the sound of a car, he turned on his knees wiping a strand of spider web from his face. He continued on with his Saturday morning drive. Carefully negotiating the boundaries of his perfectly constructed highways until his fantasy was interrupted by the sudden muffled thunder of foot steps over head. "Tooooommy!" she yelled, "Have you got my wash water yet?" The little boy froze in place.