I’m loading the dishwasher and Red drops a box next to me and says, “Mom, I filled a box for friends wiff no toys.”
Me: “Buddy! That’s so nice. (As I open the box and realize these are not mismatched or broken toys, but toys he actually plays with. A couple of which are his favorites.) These are toys you really like, bud.”
Red: I know. But some friends don’t have toys.