Sagan: “Not this girl, the other girl!
Me: “What girl, sweetie? We don’t know anyone here.”
Sagan: “I want the other girl to drive the fire truck with me!”
Me: “You mean the girl who was previously sitting next to you for about 30 seconds? Just play with this girl, buddy – she’s here right now and wants to play.”
Sagan: “I WANT THE OTHER GIRL.”

I get it, and I so want to help. But this is probably one of those things he’s going to have to figure out on his own.

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