Our van broke down right when we were about to go to Fairyland in Oakland. Atticus was devastated and insisted that I fix the car. I explained to him that I didn't know how and that Grandad and Dad were too busy to fix it that very day. After figuring everything out that morning Grandmom McCollum made it possible for us all to go in two different cars instead of our van. As we were getting in the car Atticus said to me, "Mom, these cars are very fixed, aren't they?"