Dad is going to Salt Lake City for work. Liz and I had this little discussion:
Mom: Has Dad started packing yet?
Mom: What do you think he should bring?
Liz: A toothbrush and some toothpaste, so he can brush his teeth.
Mom: What else do you think he needs? Clothes, maybe?
Liz: Yeah. And SOCKS!
Me: Definitely socks. He’s going on an airplane. That might be boring.
Liz: Yeah. He should bring some plain white paper.
Me: What could he do with that?
Liz: Well, he’d have to bring some crayons and some markers, too, and then he could draw.
Me: Oh yeah. That works. Do you think he’ll get lonely?
Liz: NO!! Silly. There are always lots of people on an airplane.
Me: Good point. Do you think he’ll miss the cats?
Liz: Well, he could see them when he gets back.
Me: Do you think he’ll miss you?
Liz: :sigh: He’ll see me when he gets back, too, so it’s okay.
Me: Well, you’re pretty cool. Dad misses you whenever you’re with me, and I miss you when you’re with him. Maybe we should call him.
Liz: YEAH! And we could make him a card, and put it in the mailbox, and then the mailman could take it to … where’s he going? The airplane! The mailman could take it to him at the airplane.