[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]
The wheels rolled over the curved landscape, the small crevices finding no resistance in the smooth terrain. Forward and back they rolled. Up and down, the car traversed the hill innumerable times, disobeying gravity and taunting Newton with its constant speed. The only change in course was also the only imperfection: a smaller mound right in the center of the crossroad.
I watched as Shawna continued to roll that little Hot Wheels car over her large stomach, avoiding her innie-recently-turned-outie belly button, muttering squeaking and squealing noises as she did so. I couldn’t help from smiling as I thought about the look my son would give her when I told him exactly how silly his mother could be.