I made it through my first solo trip just fine. By the fourth day, Kai woke up crying calling for “mommy”. He probably thought I was never coming back! When they picked me up from the airport, I hopped in the backseat and Kai touched my face. I think he wanted to make sure I was really there.
I think I made it all up to him with a special gift from New York. We call him Mr. Rubiks. He is like a Rubik’s Cube because every piece of him moves around. Mr. Rubik can do the splits, breakdance, and even hold your business cards.
It was a find from Corduroy Kid in Park Slope. The store clerk said he was hand painted in Upstate New York with non-toxic paints.
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