"Well," I said, a bit thrown, "Uncle Justin and I get in the car and we drive about an hour and then we are at our house. That's where we sleep."
Thing 1: "Why do you have to go back?"
Me: "Well, I have to go to work tomorrow and Uncle Justin has to go to school. Like Mommy and Daddy go to work and you go to school."
Thing 1: "But why can't you live here with us?"
. . .
A very sad Me: "Aww, we'll live in this town with you someday, ok, sweetie?"
Then, my mother texted me this morning to say that Thing 2 had just asked her, "Where are Auntie and Uncle Justin?"
Oy - the tugs on the heartstrings are getting to be too much. We might have to move back to Boston sooner than we planned!