Today the grandparents came and took the kids. My poor little son definitely did not want to go. He pleaded with me to stay home. Finally, he sat in the back seat of their car with tears pouring down his face. It was just heartbreaking.
"Call me seventy-seven times every day!" he implored. (He's going to be gone three days.)
"All right," I said.
After a four hour car ride to Grandma and Grandpa's house, he called. "I want to come home. Come and get me!"
Throughout the day, I had several more phone calls like that.
"Tell your sister to give you a great big hug," I said.
It's now 9:30 PM, and I haven't gotten any more phone calls. Hopefully big sister's hug did the trick.