Bubba is excited to move and asks all the time when are we going to sell our house. She constantly asks, "Will we take everything with us?"

"Yes, everything, Bubba."

"All my toys?"

"Yes, all your toys."

"All my clothes?"

"Yes, all your clothes. All of all our clothes."

"All my drawings?"

"Yes, Bubba, all your drawings and everything that is ours and can be moved."

"All our food?"

"Yes, all our food and everything except the walls, floors, doors and stuff that is part of the house, not the stuff we bought and took into the house. All that would come with us."

"Even me," says Mower.

"Even Daddy and his snoring," I say, nodding in resignation.

Bubba's immediate response: "We can bring Daddy but leave his snoring at the old place."

I wish there was a way, Bubba, I truly do. If we could find the way, we would be billionaires in a week.