We’re packing for a long, long trip. Hours, and hours and hours in the van. I won’t give a number, because I just can’t think about it. All I keep thinking about is how to conserve space so we won’t feel so cramped; yet there are our necessities for six people; and that seems to be winning over the space.
All he can think about is his soap. He says the bars will miss him; so he must take them all. He has lots of soap.
To conserve on space, I explain that a very nice lady will make his bed EVERY night and bring him new soap. Every day.
“Will it be big or little?” he asks.