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Going away?

Yesterday during her rest time, Delaney packed.  She drug her pink polka-dotted suitcase out of her closet, unzipped it, and loaded it up with about five dresses (judging by the number of hangers I found on the floor) and an equal number of pairs of shoes.  I’m not sure what else she packed, but she was ready to go.  When her rest time was over, her suitcase was upright, zipped up and sitting by her door (and overflowing with shoes).

This conversation followed:

Me: Did you pack?

Delaney: Yes, I’m ready to go!

Me: Where are you going?

Delaney: To Gumpa’s house.  I packed to go to Gumpa’s tomorrow.

We aren’t planning to go to Gumpa’s tomorrow; in fact, we didn’t have any trip to Gumpa’s planned.

Me: We’re going to Gumpa’s?

Delaney: Or to Poppy’s house.  I am ready to go to Poppy’s house next week.

Needless to say, she wouldn’t let us unpack, so her suitcase is still upright, still zipped up, and still sitting by her door, ready for our next trip.  I didn’t think the desire to run away started so soon!