"I miss Andre," Ivan told me in the car this morning as we were driving to the pool.
"Andre isn't in the green room anymore, he will never be in the green room again," he said.
"Well, Andre is a five now and he will be in the kindergarden room now. Next year you'll be, too," I tried explaining why Andre who's a year older than Ivan wasn't in the green room for summer camp nor will be in the green room this upcoming school year.
"Andre isn't in the green room anymore. I worry about him," Ivan concluded.
I wasn't sure what to say. What is he worried about. Where did he pick up that phrase.
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