So I'm talking to the Goob (who still has a head cold, remember, and lisps when she's excited to boot) about how we'll be moving. You know, give her time to think about it a little before we pack up everything she owns and haul it two hours away.
ME: So, what do you think? We'll have fun there.
GOOB: We're booving to PIGSBIRD?
ME: Yup. That's it exactly.
Call me crazy, I'm not quite sure she gets it.