Friday 26 August 2005

Precision in meaning

When we were trying to find some other children for play dates with Charles, he told us that one child was his “best friend”. Mom then asked him about another child and Charles said “that’s my favorite friend”. But neither can replace Charles’ truest companions, trains, as you can see from this picture of him looking longingly at some in Indianapolis.

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