Yesterday when I picked up the girls from the babysitter, Nanea firmly stated,
"I wanted to stay with Grandma" (this after a scolding about behaving and listening to mom due to an altercation about getting into the car seat)
Me: "you want to live with Grandma?"
Nanea (pauses, contemplating this question): "No, I want to live with Tutu."
Me: "You want to live with Tutu? Won't you miss me?"
Nanea: "No, I won't miss you. Can you pack my things for me?"
Me: "What do you think you'll need?"
Nanea: "Well, maybe some toys."
Me: "No, tutu and Grandpa have lots of toys. How about your clothes?"
Nanea: "Ok, and maybe some snacks."
Me: "Do you not want to live with me because I yell at you?"
Nanea: "Yes."
Me: "Well, why do you think I yell at you?"
Nanea: "Because I don't listen."
Me: "Well, who's fault is that?"
Nanea: "Mine, I guess. Can I go live with Tutu?"
So, my 3 year old (who I am beginning to think is actually a teenager in a 3-year old's body), is all set to move in with tutu and grandpa. She called them and asked, and has been a constant topic of conversation since yesterday. Today she asked if Makena and I could take her on the airplane to drop her off. It's been a hard week and a half with no daddy and little attention. 3 weeks to go...though tutu comes next week, so she will be getting more attention then. She may just stow-away in her luggage.