Every time we leave a location, Emmy asks where the building is going. We leave school, “Where did my school go?” I try to explain that we are moving and the school is staying there, but she hasn’t quite gotten that concept yet.
I told her the other day about our upcoming beach trip and when we pulled into our driveway, Emmy Ruth started crying and said, “I don’t want to go home, I want to go to the beach!” Me too, sweetheart, me too.
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