Vegard's youngest sat in the middle of the braided rug in the sunny living room surrounded by several toys. Like his pappa before him, he invested most of his time and energy in the machines: trucks, cars, earthmovers, airplanes, etc. He knew the sounds of all of them.
He knew the sound his favorite stuffed animal made, too, because they talked together all the time.
The heads of all the adults playing cards at the dining room table whipped around.
"He does know that's a rabbit, right?" Vegard asked.
"His name is Lenny and he's magical," Helene said.