This morning I took Isaac and Walt to the dog park. After I'd been driving for about five minutes, Walt began whining.
Isaac said, "Yalty not very happy."
"You're right," I said. "He doesn't like to ride in the car very much, and he wishes we were already at the dog park."
"I sing to him," Isaac said. "Make feel better." Then he crooned, "Yalty back in town."
Walt continued whining.
"Not work," Isaac said. "Yalty still not happy."
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