The family spent the day at my parents' house today, and a heartbreaking scene began to unfold as my sister got ready to home. She told Rosie that maybe Rosie could visit her apartment this week, but Rosie thought that meant now. My sister tried to say goodbye to her, and Rosie, whose lip seemed to be three times its normal size, said tearfully, "I wanna go with you! Of course I'm coming with you, of course!"
She was somewhat placated with a lollipop.
Then we got into our car and headed home. We had been in the car for about a minute when Rosie joyfully announced, "This is the way home!"
Oh, to have the attention span of a two-year-old.