Not Exactly a conversation

We were all piled in the car for a short ride. My nephew, two and a half, strapped into his throne in the middle, kept up a running monolog.

Trains go on tracks. Boats don't go on tracks. Cars don't go on tracks. There aren't a lot of lights here. That boat's stuck on a rock. Sometimes trains... fall in the mud. Trains have to be careful in the mud. Trains don't go up stairs.