Where are the Movers? There ought to be Movers. Send in the Movers.

We moved last weekend, and in the middle of the move, I took all three children out of the house (for which the movers thanked me), and we didn't get back until late that same night (Saturday). The next morning, I discovered that Daniel had really formed an attachment to two out of three of the movers:

Daniel: Where's the movers?

Me: They finished the job and went home yesterday.

Daniel: What I really wish is that they would stay with us.

Me: Why?

Daniel: Well, Daddy, I kind of liked two.

(January 31, 2010)