“I want to go home,” Owen said to me this morning, as he has numerous times since we moved into our new house. What Pedro and I can’t figure out, is where he thinks home is! Is it the apartment we lived in when we first arrived in Chile? Is it the student apartment at RGBI?
So I asked him, “What home, Owen? Where is home?” And he responded with the classic MK answer, even at a mere two years old …
“I don’t know, Mommy!”