I love watching Ben mature, yet every now and then he will come out with one of those statements that just underscores for me how his still-young brain works. We haven't been to the Berkshires since my father-in-law passed away last year, and decided it was time we took a ride up as a family. My mother-in-law recently moved to a senior living facility, and the kids love it there. Between the ping pong table, the swimming pool and the restaurant-style dining room, they are never bored. Ben, though, is still making the logistical adjustment in his brain from the old house they used to own to this new place. Tonight I threw him a curve. The last time this happened, the conversation was almost as funny.
Me: "Ben, be sure to get some rest. We don't want you to get sick because we're going to Grandma's house in Massachusetts this weekend."
Ben: "Wait, which house?"
Me: "The one with the tennis courts and the lake. Remember?"
Ben: "You mean the hotel with all the old people?"
Me: "No, that's her new apartment."
Ben: "Wait, you mean the one where we SLEEP OVER??"
Me: "That's the one!"
Ben: "Better take cover, Mom. I think my head's going to explode."