"Uh huh"
And the you whispered "But really, I'm in charge."
And you smiled.
How precocious! You're four, and you've already figured out we won't leave without you, hence your preparation is the deciding factor in our being ready to leave.
You are one smart bugger. Everything you see is caught between the brackets of "How is it doing that?" and "Why is it doing that?". You love wearing dresses and looking in Poppy's microscope. You're lonely because the Bean is at school without you.
I Love you,
Mom