No, Daddy at the airport

Daddy has been at the airport since Wednesday! Well, that is according to the mind of my brilliant little buddy ;) I guess two year olds cannot comprehend much more than the facts. So for the past few days when MJ asks me where Daddy is and I say, "He is at work" he very bluntly corrects me. "NO, daddy at the airport."
Yes, he knows the basics of what is going on, but I don't know how much he understands it enough to put it all together. But everytime I take this kid to the bathroom he has to recite the story to me, and it goes like this...


MJ: Daddy at the airport
Me: Yes
MJ: Daddy fly in the sky
Me: Yes
MJ: Daddy in Georgia
Me: Well you get the idea...
MJ: he fixing the computer, it is broke so daddy has to fix it...

So far, he doesn't seem too worried about when dear old daddy will be back...he is just happy to know that daddy is at the airport and that is ok with him. Meanwhile mommy has been going none stop...we went to Walmart and stopped for pizza one night...even went in and ate...just me and my two kids. I know strangers are probably staring saying why doesn't that lady just get her pizza and take it home...but this mama needs some "out" time...time away from this humble abode. Anywho...with a trip to the zoo today and movie and popcorn night we have stayed pretty busy, and tomorrow mama gets a break when Nana and Papa take MJ to some kind of boat and fish show>? I think Molly and I will get some retail therapy in and we will anxiously await the arrival of my dear husband.