Many many years ago, in the early 1970s, I lived in Brixton where my son was a toddler and he attended a pre school a few days a week.
On the way to the school we passed a car yard where, for some reason he was very fond of this Volkswagon Fastback, he called his “flash car” and every day, as we went past, he would pat it. So much so that I even have a photo somewhere of him with it.
That was until one day it was not there, he stood there looking around the car yard then said in a very loud, angry voice,“The f^^king flash car has gone!”.
Not a word we even knew that he knew because neither my wife or I ever said it but it has to be admitted that we were both torn between shocked hysterical laughter and reprimanding him.