After we got my boy from the bus we stopped at my dads to get a few things. He is a way helping take care of my grandpa so he wasn’t there. The kids asked to go in and get a few of their toys they wanted. Something said something about how many toys she brought or how many someone had. My boy went in got a few things and came back to the truck. He said I don’t care how much stuff I got. It is ok if someone has more than me. All I care about is my family. You, sissy, brother and daddy. He is so sweet I love him so much.