N. is still processing everything with his family’s move to the RV park while their “old house” is being renovated, to be rented during their cross-country expedition RV adventure beginning this summer. (Me too, bud! Me, too.)
This morning—during an early-morning conversation after a sleepover, while his older brothers still slept—N dropped these gems:
N: “I want to go back to my RV.”
Me: “oh yes, bud, you’re going back to your RV in just a few minutes, once your brothers are up. Do you like your RV?”
N: “I like Mama and Dada.” (Presumably having put together that he needed to get to the RV to get to them.)
A few minutes later, out of nowhere:
N: “Mimsy, can you fix my old house?”
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