Brandt asked me today if we could go see Clifford. I said we could certainly watch, but he wanted to go see Clifford where he lives. He pulled out our road atlas, asked where we lived, and then wanted me to show him where Clifford lives.
I'm not exactly sure where Birdwell Island is, but I pointed to a spot off the coast of North Carolina.
"How we get there?" he then asked.
I showed him Salt Lake--we'd fly from there--and Norfolk--where we'd fly to, and then mentioned the ferry we would take to the island. He was ready to go and then disappointed when I told him we couldn't visit. It was a sad realization that Clifford is not real.
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