I Live Here

A few weeks ago, we were driving in the car to the beach in Rhode Island and the following conversation occurred.

Hannah:  "When can we have another sleepover with Arc?  Today?"

Me:  "I don't know. We'll see. Not today."

Mike:  <only half listening> "Wait...what is she asking about?  Why can't she have a sleepover with Mikie?"

Me:  "Not, Mikie.  Archangelo."

Mikie:  "Yeah. I already live here."

In Mike's defense, he had gotten maybe four hours of sleep because he had to stay up all night with the plumbers after our sump pump died in the middle of the night.  But, it is funny that Mikie felt that he needed to remind his father that he lives with us.

A few days later, a similar conversation occurred over dinner.

Mikie:  "Did you see the package I brought inside for you?"

Me:  "Yes. Thanks."

Mikie:  "I was walking home and met the UPS driver.  He was getting out of the truck and I said, 'Hey, I live here' so he gave me the package. 

Based on the number of times he's said, "I live here", I wonder if he worries we're going to evict him.

Love, The Trahans