Last night, I was lying in isaac’s bed when he started talking about our last visit to ny and when we broke down. Here’s what he said…
“yeah… And when we smashed our car… Into the other car… And it broke… And the engineer put it up high and fixed it… And it was good as new… And… I miss my old blanket.”
Then he went on to tell me that the engineer (car repair guy?) would find his blanket and bring it to him in seven minutes if I would just wait. Poor boy. Still holding out hope.