Yesterday, Mommy and Daddy went shopping.
Today, I have a suitcase with tiny little clothes I’m bringing with me when I go see you.
Tomorrow, Before we see you, Daddy and Mommy will go to court, to try to talk with the judge who holds your fate in his hands.
Daddy got this for you, to fit in your tiny little hands.
We’ve packed all of your things . . . your bed and blankets and clothes and toys, and little socks and gloves.
We’ve packed your bottles and pacifiers . . . although they are just plain pacifiers. I want to get you the pacifier that make it look like you have a moustache.
All of your things are packed and ready to go to your new house. And your own room.