For the last two weeks Gi, as we walk to school together, asks me how many more days until you get home. Every day as we walk he asks about you.
This morning was no different.
He said, "Hey dad, two more days and Ansley gets home right?"
I told him that he was right and then tried to explain to him that he wouldn't see you until three days because you get home so late and he would already be in bed. I had to use his language. I said, "You go to sleep (making the snoring noises that he makes when he counts the days) and then wake up. You go to sleep (more snoring) and then wake up. You go to sleep one more time (yes, more snoring), wake up and Ansley will be home!"
His response? "Yes!!! So only thirty seven more hours right?"
I told him a little more than that. He wanted to know exactly how many.
I did some quick math in my head and said, "Only sixty four more hours until she gets to Porto Alegre."
He said, "SIXTY MORE FOUR HOURS? YES!!!!!"
We are now counting hours and he is so excited!
P.S. When I picked Gi up from natação today he asked again how long until Ans gets home. Then he said, "How many hours until Bonni gets here?" Sheesh Maria. B, I'll let you do that math.