Jack slips on his backpack for the following conversation . . .
Jack: "I’m going to Texas."
Me: "Why are you going to Texas?"
"I need some hairspray, and some pipe cleaners. Green and red. Like my cape is red. I have to go by myself. But you can come with me. You can come with me, mom."
"But we have to walk. We have to walk to Texas."
"That’s a long, long way, but okay."
"C’mon, I’m late!"
"Late for what?"
"Late for Texas! And then it’ll be dark and we’ll have to make a tent. And we’ll have to make some fuzzy blankees."
"Sounds cozy, Jacky. Let’s go."