


Lydia was a happy girl while watching Brittany pack. I think she had realized that Brittany would be returning a few weeks later to help me take care of her and keep me company while Robin is in Las Vegas for a convention with his dad. (Of course, after we dropped Brittany off at the airport, Lydia realized that a few weeks equals half of her lifetime, which is a long time for her, and got very upset and screamed the entire way home. Conveniently, traffic was very heavy, adding 10-15 minutes to the drive, giving her that much more time to meltdown in the backseat.)
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