The story so far:
G stomped into their kitchen that day, his face split by a grin. "Well, sugar, put on your good pair of legs and let's go!"
Y looked up from the pile of silicon chips she was snacking on. "Where are we going?"
G rolled his eyes, which caused a conspicuous clicking noise. "Can't a robot take his baby out just for the heck of it anymore? Whine whine whine! Where are we going this? What are you wearing that? You never stop!"
"Your eyes need oil again," said Y. "Let me do it for you."
G stomped one of his stubby feet, causing a piece of plastic casing and a few bolts to fall off his shoulder. "No you will not do it for me! Fine - if you don't want to go out, I'll just take T, that cute automated coffee maker down the street, on the magical picknic adventure I had all prepared for you."