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One rainy Sunday while my son, just turned 5 years old,

probably got bored of playing by himself wondered out loud why his friend, Dylan, does not come to our house.

I told him Dylan probably didn’t know where he lives. My son said, “But I told him where to go! I told him, go straight then left then right and I live along the curve.”

He said this while gesturing as if drawing a map in the air.

I then asked him if he knew where Dylan lives. He said yes. “He lives near a bridge, in a big, big house with two white cars.”


Photo credit: Bangor Daily News

Photo credit: Bangor Daily News