What a delightful and delicious lunch in Brooklyn with our grandson. From the moment my husband and I held his hands outside the apartment building to returning him home two and a half hours later, he never stopped talking. What did he say? Indecipherable! Caught a word here or there, like "Mater," "Doc Hudson," and "Lightning McQueen" in the movie "Cars," "Mahones, touchdown, yay!", "vroooooom," "That's a blue bus," staring at the Heinz ketchup bottle and making pretend he's reading, "Five, five, five." One story was followed by another.
Received a text from his mother later: "Spoiler: It's a lot of stories about cars, Formula 1, and most of them end in crashes."