we've been talking about selling our house and moving. get a fresh start; try something new. explore. we talk about it with the kids all the time showing them pictures of potential houses and scrolling through the neighborhood, talking dreamily about what the autumn must be like there and if the neighborhood has great Halloween parties like the ones we're used to.
one of my sons just came in from the backyard with tears welling in his eyes, "Mom! What happens to Gloria if we sell the house?!"
Gloria is a parakeet. A dead one. And she's buried in the very back of my yard, under the elm tree.
"Honey, I'm not going to dig up Gloria so we can re-bury her at our new place." His head falls. "I'm sorry but Gloria stays in the ground." Tears.
Didn't see that one coming.
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