“Ray, Ray, Ray!”
Vinnie is holding his stuffed grizzly bear, Rupert, in front of his face and speaking in a falsetto voice. Am I going to slip into an 8-year old boy’s fantasy world to communicate with him? It’s the only way Vinnie will leave me alone.
“What is it, Rupert?” I ask hoping my kids don’t seek a power of attorney and declare me incompetent.
“Ray, Ray, Ray, it’s only 7 days until Vinnie returns,” says Rupert.