The route to Miles’s daycare takes us past Target, something Miles has become acutely aware of. This morning, as we drove through midtown, Miles pointed out of his window.
“It’s Target,” he said.
“Yes, yes it is,” I said.
“I wanna go to Target.”
“You want to go to Target?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need something from Target?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you want to go to Target?”
“Target a good store.”
It’s worth noting that Miles has not been out to a store since March.
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