On Saturday, we went up to my cousin Maggi's in Connecticut. For much of the way up, before he conked out during a massive storm, Elio whined in the backseat, "I want go home. Go home, Mommy. Go home, Daddy." Then we got to Maggi's, and her kids Josh, Nicole, and Justin swarmed him and we barely saw him for the next 24 hours. He was too busy bouncing on the trampoline, exploring the koi and catfish and frogs in their pond, playing basketball, riding scooters and bikes and little John Deere tractors, and giving lots of zerberts and hugs and kisses. On the way home, before he finally conked out, he kept whining, "Don't wanna go home. No home, Mommy! No go home, Daddy!"
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