"Mommy?"
"Yes darling," I said absentmindedly while trying to pack extra socks into our suitcase.
"Mommy, what is Bolivia?"
I rocked back on my heels, "Well, Bolivia is a country."
"Where?"
"A long long long way from home in a place called South America."
"..And we have to take three planes to get there?"
"Yes, that is right, three planes," said I, continuing packing.
"Mommy?"
"Yes darling."
"Why are we going to Bolivia?"
"To attend a wedding, darling."
"Mommy"
"Yes?"
"What is a wedding?"
Trying to remember if I already packed his PJs,I answered, "It is a kind of party."
That made him smile. He likes parties. "Will there be ballons?"
"Maybe.."
"Will I see Tintin?" (Tintin is a comic book character by a Belgian artist named Hergé. He has been reading "Les sept boules de cristal" and "Le temple du soleil" with his father at bedtime.)
"No, but you might see the Lama that spit on Captain Haddock."
That seemed to satify him for the moment.
24 hours before we leave, clothes and things are dispersed throughout the house, and I look at SB besmusedly as he is contently looking at the pictures of Tintin and Milou climbing the Andes Mountains. I hope this trip will be a good one.
We are off tomorrow to Paris, then Buenos Aires, then La Paz.
The wedding should be on Thursday. I will try to get the photos up by next weekend at the latest.
Until then.....