We had this toy when we were younger. I have no idea what to even call it, but it was essentially two red "crates" with (blue?) screws, wheels, and other (yellow) attachments, so that we could build different things out of it. We always ended up building a car, airplane, or grocery cart of sorts. I kind of wish I could find a toy like that now, because I remember having lots of fun with it!
While this particular event that follows took place more often than just over Christmas, and didn't necessarily require a vehicle, this memory is most vivid for me: Over Christmas break I can remember dad putting Tyler on something we had built out of this toy and dubbed an airplane. Then the two of them started chasing Lacy and me through the house, all the while Tyler was drooling and giggling so hard he'd have these "spit bombs" falling from his mouth (Tyler wasn't very old, I'm not even sure he was 2 yet)...the ultimate goal was trying to spit bomb Lacy and me as we squealed while trying to flee!
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