Houston, we have a problem

I talked to Maia on the phone this evening and right off the bat she excitedly said, “Hi Papa! Are you in Houston?”

She’s not going to be happy about this.


I’ll miss you more, but …

Maia: “I’m going to miss you.”
Me: “I bet I’m going to miss you more.”
Maia: “Nuh uh. I’ll miss *you* more. Well, maybe not on the day I go to the water park, but every other day.”


Maia is off to her mother’s place tomorrow for five weeks. I mentioned to her that tonight was her last night in our current apartment and asked her how she felt about that. Her response?

“Not bad. I’m going to have a piece of gum.”