I: My house is filled with boxes (an other info about his upcoming move).
O: Have you moved to your new house yet?
I: No, (big pause), tomorrow?
Me: Yep, tomorrow's the big day
O: Then I won't live with you anymore and I'll be sad.
This is where one sad momma looks in the rear-view mirror to see her little guy on the brink of tears, looking at his friend in earnest. This is also the point in the story where I begin to sob (don't worry, I wasn't completely delusional and was still driving safely).
I reassured my little one that we'd visit often and even meet up at a nearby farm to play. Fortunately for kids, they moved onto the excitement of the day - swimming lessons, tramp-jumping, and running through sprinklers. I, on the other hand, am sick of all this nonsense of friends moving away. Too many tears have been shed this past month and I've had my quota for the year.
