For the past nearly two years, we’ve been playing cars with Joe. There are little cars and big cars. The cars go on picnics, get in traffic jams, open Christmas presents, bake bread, go to parties, they have demeanors and names. The cars have rich inner and outer lives and are very busy. Suddenly, yesterday, I was taking a big car to find the grocery store, okay, time for the black truck to go to the grocery store! No, no, Joe says, looking at me like I was the biggest idiot that ever lived for thinking that trucks go grocery shopping. The truck’s not going to the store. The PEOPLE. Weirdly, It took me a moment to process what he was saying, and he clocked this, and laid it out for my plainly, so that I might understand. He held up the truck. Mama, there’s PEOPLE inside.