Brack is a little home-sick for our home in Utah. Almost everyday he brings me his "monies" and asks if we can go on the plane. "I have my monies, here's your monies, come on let's go!" I have to tell him, no not today. One day he said, "mom, I want to go home." I said, "this is our home." He said, "no, this is Peggy's home." (Peggy is our landlord). He really listens to what we say!