Motorcycle!

My husband likes to find something (a branch, a bucket, a bicycle tire, a box) to sit on and pretend is a motorcycle. Recently he has been riding to Camara Kunda, but sometimes he still goes to the market.

Saliou: Binta! I’m going to the market!
Me: You’re going to the market?
Saliou: Yes. I’ll buy cigarettes.
Me: I don’t want cigarettes. Buy me sugar.
Saliou: Okay, I will buy sugar. He returns with an empty, crushed, dirty orange soda can.
“Here, sugar.”
Later he brings me an empty box, a former motorcycle but now, “Vegetables.”