Packing.

Turner is packing his suitcase while I (attempt) to write out my answer to question one from comps list. (Yeah. Seven weeks of reading and still on question one).

He is running up and down the stairs, grabbing movies and cars and stuffing them into suitcases and backpacks. He wants to take it all, of course. The funny part is watching him think critically about what he'll need in Kentucky for a month. To compare that with the fun things he believes his cousins will have and that he believes his grandmothers may have stuffed away in cabinets and hiding places. As he adds something, I remind him he must take something else away (because we really can't bring it all). So he just ran up the stairs for the upteenth time, gets to the top of it, comes back down and says to me, "Shew Mom. All this stuff just really isn't going to fit is it?"