Last night he found our expired hotel keycard.
He came up to me in the kitchen, presented it on his open palm and declared
"Dada, wanna go back to our new home."
Day one of our stay freaked him out, day two apparently convinced him the Gilroy Best Western was where we lived now.
And fifteen minutes after our return home he was asking "where's Auntie Burl and Cousin Daphne? Wanna see them!"
72 hours straight just whetted his appetite.
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