Bring My Car Back

I blogged previously about how possessive Carter is with our car. His bedroom windows look out over our front yard and driveway and he likes to lay in bed and look at the car. This morning, Thomas had taken the car to an orchestra concert. Carter woke me up with heaving sobs, crying, "My car gone! My car gone!" I calmed him down, explaining that his Dad had taken it, but he would bring it home later (I can only imagine how horrible it would be for Carter if our car got stolen).

Later this morning, Carter insisted on calling his dad. Here's his recap of the message that Carter left for Thomas...