Naturalisation

The three of us stood in the kitchen last night and each of us had a real American experience to boast about.
Dave had bought three beautiful cobs of sweetcorn to have with dinner; Will had just come downstairs having had cookies (Oreos) and milk; and I had had to stop driving in the street near home that afternoon behind a big yellow school bus, with all its red lights flashing, stop signs winging, and children running everywhere — my first time!