Anyway, I was putting Daniel to bed last night and I asked, "Are you having a good time in Calgary? Do you like visiting Grandma and Grandpa's?"
"Yeah, I like Calgary. And Nakusp too."
Grrr... The first time he says he likes Nakusp is the day we are looking for a house to move back to Calgary to. "What do you like about Nakusp?"
"Our TV, and our movies, and my Madagascar bed..."
"What about things that aren't in our house?"
"Ummm... our couches, and our big black chair"
"No, what do you like about Nakusp that ISN'T our house?"
"Hmmm... our van? My sandbox?"
"Ummm... I like to go... I like to go to visit Calgary."
"Okay, sweetie. Have a good sleep."
I don't know what to think of that. Either he couldn't understand the question, or he doesn't like anything about Nakusp on its own. Or, possibly and perhaps more frighteningly, he sensed that he shouldn't have said he likes Nakusp and was trying to backpedal. This kid is so mature at times, I wouldn't be totally surprised if that was part of it.
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