California

William has a new favorite book from the library The Scrambled States of America. He is positively enthralled by everything state currently. Last week, he informed us of his decision to move to California when he grows up (for reference, he claims this is 34 years of age or maybe 26 years old). For the record, he also plans on fixing airplanes in California, just like Daddy does. He highly advised Amelia to be his neighbor in Oregon because then she would be close by. Amelia, happily agreed to this plan. John and I were quite excited about this plan and had visions of purchasing property in the beautiful wilds of northern California in our retirement (which, by the way HAHAHAHA).

On Tuesday morning this week, William wandered into our room around 7 am. I mumbled something like "good morning, sweetie" in his general direction when he stopped abruptly.

William: Mama, I've been thinking.
Mama: mmmmm? (still half sleeping)
William: I don't think I will live in California when I grow up.
Mama: ohh? (slightly more awake, this could be good)
William: Yes. California is too far away from you. I will miss you. I think I will live in Georgia when I grow up.
Mama: Okay.
William: Georgia is better because it is shaped more like a rectangle.
Mama: Oh. Okay.
William: Do you think Amelia can live in Alabama? She might like to be my neighbor there, right?
Mama: Maybe.

I just don't ever know how our day is going to start. Never a dull moment.