Mummy Boy

July 2013, Duncan is four.

Driving back to my parents’ house after a visit to the Science Center, Duncan starts weeping in the back seat…

Me: “Duncan, honey, what is it? Are you okay?”

Duncan: “I’m just so sad about that mummy.”

Me: “Oh, honey, it’s okay. He died a long, long time ago.”

Duncan: “But [sob] he just looks like the kind of kid I would like to play with.”

And thus the power of the play date transcends millennia.

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