Six-Year-Old Mia Called 911 From a Locked White House—Then Three Dates and a Phone Setting Changed Her Mother’s Account
“That one’s the boss.”
“It does look bossy.”
Mia lifted it off the table and put it on the floor.
“Now none are bosses.”
Erin laughed, and Mia laughed with her.
There was no need to put that exchange into an injury timeline or ask whether the block represented somebody.
It could remain a joke about blocks.
When the visit ended, Erin told her when she expected to see her again and made clear the next appointment wasn’t dependent on Erin being available.