When she got downstairs, the conversation went something like this:
Mom: "Where are you moving to."
Erin: "Shannon's house." (her best friend) "Can you drive me there?"
Mom: "No. If you're moving out, you have to get there yourself."
Erin: "Daddy and Garrett are moving with me. Daddy, let's go to Shannon's."
Dad: "Where am I going to sleep at Shannon's?
Erin: "We can take the couch."
Mom: "The couch won't fit in the car."
Dad: "Besides, we won't be able to read your Junie B. Jones book at Shannon's."
Erin: "Okay, I'll stay home until we finish the Junie B. Jones book, then I'll move out."
The next day, I opened Erin's duffel bag to see what she packed to "move out." This is what she had:
She was going to take a bunch of books, stuffed animals, and the music box she got for her birthday, the same one that she cried about from this post.
P.S. Sorry I haven't been posting much. The neighborhood pool just opened and the weather has been nice, so we've been spending a lot of time outside and at the pool.