Last night, my daughter went to spend the night at my parent's house.
When it was time for bedtime at our home, I said to her 3-year-old brother, "Where's Jordan?"
"Oh . . . Jordan," he said. "She's at Bamma's house."
"She's at Grandma's house?" I repeated.
"Uh huh."
"It's only Grandma's house?"
"Yes."
"What about Grandpa?" I asked. "Where does he live?"
"Papa? Uhm . . ." he said with a pause. "At the golf course."
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