I've mentioned in prior blog posts that I am a selling maniac. Opposite of those hoarders that I like to watch on TV. And Chance picks up on this, often making sure that I am not going to sell his bedroom by the time he gets home from school.
But the other weekend Chance and I had left to run some errands and have some special "mommy-Chance time". He had been playing in Brooks's room trying to piece together a train track but little fingers kept encroaching on his work and destroying it. It didn't end well, with Brooks screaming and crying and Chance fuming mad. We get in the car and he proceeds to tell me:
"Mom, I am VERY VERY VERY SERIOUS about this. I think it's time that we sell Brooks. REALLY."
