Conversation on the car on way to new house...
Me: "I don't plan to move out of this home. I plan to live there forever."
Caleb: "Until you are dead at least."
Me: " Or you put me in a home cause I've gone crazy."
Brooke; "A care home like Grammy is in?"
Me: "yes"
Caleb: "I don't think you'll ever go crazy."
Me: "Well, if I do put me in a home don't try to take care of me."
Caleb: "No, we will take care of you. You are our mommy and we won't put you in a home."
Brooke: "Oh, I'll put you in a home" (said emphatically and with attitude.)
After this, I think I should really be nicer to Brooke or try bribery. She will, after all, be the one to take care of me when I am old. As we stand now, I think she may ship me off soon!
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