Sure, it scoops and carries. But I'm a little preoccupied with the "dumping" feature right now.
My Beloved Wooden Toy Truck,
I considered telling you that I was just going out for a pack of bubble gum cigarettes, but leaving like that didn't seem right. I figured after all these years together, I owed it to you to tell you the truth. And that is, I don't like you like you anymore.
You see, I've met someone else. Someone with a front loader that scoops, carries and dumps. Someone with a heavy-duty bicycle-style chain for fast and smooth pedal action. Someone easy ... to assemble, that is.
Listen. I respect you enough not to feed you a line like, "It's not you, it's me." Because the fact is, Dump Truck, it is you. I've outgrown you. I need someone with an adjustable seat that will grow with me. Someone who will make me better, by improving my hand-eye coordination and my ability to judge distances.
So there it is. I guess there's nothing left to say. Except for thank you for being such a good pal from the ages of 0 to 3. I will forever cherish our time together.
P.S. Sorry about the teeth marks and drool.