"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Where are we going?"
"Away."
"Oh... Away from where?"
"Home."
"But Daddy's at home."
"I know, honey.  Read your book."
"Okay... Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Why are we going if that's where Daddy is?"
"I'll explain when you're older."
"How soon is older?"
"Not soon, Franky, not soon."
"Okay... Mom?"
"Yes, Franky?"
"I think we should go back.  My...my favorite dinosaur is under my bed."
"Franky, isn't that your dinosaur right there? In your lap?"
"This is my second favorite dinosaur."
"Franky, I told you to put all of your toys in the box, remember?  I'm sorry, Franky, we can't go back.  I'll get you another dinosaur, I promise."
"Mom, you can't just replace a dinosaur."
"Franky, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about your dinosaur now.  I can't really do anything at all."
"Okay... Mom?"
"Hmmm?"
"You can stop crying.  This is my favorite dinosaur, right here.  I actually do have it, so we don't have to go home."
"Good... Franky?"
"Yes, Mommy?"
"I love you.  You know that right?"
"Yes Mommy.  I love you too."