“I know. And it has a corner bedroom with a window seat where the sun comes into the window, a perfect spot for Chewy Charles to sleep while you’re at school.” She tilts Chewy Charles’s head and says, “Errrr?” Knowing what has to be done, I direct my attention to the stuffie with the crooked nose peeking out of my niece’s shirt and say, “That’s right, Chewy Charles, a whole window seat just for you.”
