Will is at a stage I just don’t understand. Tonight, we drove by a place we had ice cream at two times since we’ve moved here—the last time was several months ago. He said “Ice cream!”  Great memory, right?  The real purpose of our going out was to borrow a truck from one of James’ partners.  So we drove to his house, James got out, and got the truck.  Will was in tears, because he wanted to get out with Daddy.  The entire way home, he kept asking “Where’s Daddy?” I kept telling him Daddy was in the truck in front of us, but five minutes later, I’d hear the same question.  What happened to that great memory?