Home is Where the Heart is

So, the little guy had the opportunity to go to Lance Armstrong's house this morning.  I had his return all planned out in my mind.


Me:  "What did you think?"

Little guy:  "It was awesome!!!"

Me:  "Do you wish you lived in a house like that?"

Little guy:  "No way, mom.  I love living here in this house filled with love."


So, how did it really go?  Well...he got up this morning, and a little later he made the choice to go back to bed and sleep instead of going.  That's pretty much the same as the scenario I came up with, right?


P.S. He does get a second chance to go there tonight.  I'll let you know tomorrow how it goes.

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