We're heading out to Duluth tomorrow morning to look for houses. I'm half deliriously excited and half ready to ralph on my shoes from anxiety. Nora, on the other hand, can hardly contain herself. I wanted to warn her about our plans for the weekend, so last night at dinner, I told her all about going on the airplane and seeing family and staying in a hotel with a pool.
Oops.
This morning, she woke me up with "Bearplane?" And we aren't even packed yet. It's a good thing that she's never been anywhere nice.
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