What, me worry?

Nolan in his green and white "Michigan State" shirt



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A couple of days ago, I picked up my 3-year-old grandson, Nolan, from day care and took him back to my house for a while until his Dad could come get him.

As we pulled into my driveway he asked me if Aunt Sunny (our daughter Sloan) was there. I had tried to explain to him in the past that Sunny moved to North Carolina a few weeks ago, but he's used to her being away to college and coming home to visit on a fairly regular basis. It's hard for him to understand that she is not going to be around much any more.

I told him that, no Sunny wasn't there, she moved far, far away and we would only get to see her once in a while from now on.

"It makes Grandma very sad," I said.
"I'm not sad," he said, which surprised me. Sunny is definitely one of his favorite people in the world - when she's around, the rest of us are invisible.
"You're not? I thought you really liked hanging out with Sunny."

I came around to his side of the car and began unbuckling his car seat.
"Oh, I love her," he said. "I'm just not going to worry about it."

Such wisdom from the mouth of babes!