We’re getting ready for our road trip to Vermont and Aaron wants to make sure he has absolutely everything he could possibly need packed and ready to go. He wants to bring all of his books, all of his cars, his base ball bat and all of his art supplies.

While explaining that he doesn’t need to bring every single thing he owns to his grandparents I said, “Aaron, WaWa and Grandpa have things at their house you can play with. WaWa even told me she has some new books waiting for you.”

“Yeeeeaaaaa,” he jumps up and down with delight. “New books for me?  What else does she have?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you call and ask her.”

He runs into the kitchen and dances around while I dial the phone and then hand it to him. 

“WaWa do you have a bed for me to sleep in?” he asks.

I can tell by his relieved expression that she responded affirmatively. Encouraged, he begins to rattle off his mental list of criteria…his very own little packing list:

“WaWa do you have…
A kitchen for us to cook in
Pillows for our heads
A dog
A back yard
Kit Kats
Books for daddy to read when he’s in the potty?”