4 year old moving for a better job..

Marissa is in the Middle...of course.

Yesterday before church, Marissa comes stomping in the living room in her high heels and pajamas, a scarf and gloves. She looks at me, dead serious and says "Mom, I'm leaving"

Me: Where are you going?
Marissa: On vacation
Me: For how long?
Marissa: Umm about 100, 150 days.
Me: Oh, okay. Where are you going?
Marissa: Well, I've thought about it... and I'm going to Grandpa Dave's. He doesn't have any kids and he misses me.
Me: Oh, okay.
Marissa: I came here for a little while to be your honey bun but now it's time for me to get a job a move on with my life. —