Da boy informed me yesterday that there would be a new road soon. It would be green and silver, and go in the sky, but only for a day. Tomorrow. A blue one with silver will be next month.
I asked where this road goes, and he told me it goes to small island where all the other roads go, but is a wonderful place where his OTHER mother lives. She's the one that gives him honey snowcones to eat, with bread.
I was also informed that if I got on this road I'd die, and he'd rather me not do that. I told him I would prefer him to stay home, too, and we could have different snowcones. He said he'd like that.
He also said he was seventeen, because all boys are.