"I want to go home!!!" she wails.It doesn't matter.
We can be at THE MOST FUN PLACE IN THE WORLDVIEW OF ALL THREE YEAR OLDS and if things don't go her way, we hear it...
"I want to go home!"[Accompanied by a great and tragic wailing.]
Lately she's started saying it when we're at home.
[Um. Hello? Roo? Look around, Sweetness. We ARE home.]
But our actual location doesn't seem to matter.
Tonight, K felt a little sorry for her sad, little, worn-out self and he picked her up.
She smiled and snuggled her face into his neck.
"Home," she said.