Chatting with Supergirl.

I called my son yesterday to check on his house closing (still on schedule, knocking wood). As soon as we started talking Supergirl started trying to get his attention. I heard her in the background, doing the classic, "My parent is on the phone and not paying attention to MEEEE!" manipulations. She was 2 in March, but she sounds going on 4. He asked her if she knew who was on the phone, and she said, "Namaw and Murphy and Sophie." So he handed her the phone to talk to me, and we had an actual conversation - she's much, much more intelligible than she was a month ago, and remarkable for not quite 2.5.

Me: "What are you going to do today?"

She: "Go to Ingles [grocery store] and then go to the pool!"

Me: "Oh, that sounds like fun! Daddy said you went someplace fun yesterday? Where did you go?"

She: "We went downtown! We saw animals!"

At this point she got a bit overwhelmed and tried to tell me details about animals and such, got frustrated by her lack of words for details (I wasn't pressing her, but she clearly felt she couldn't do a good job telling me as she wanted to) and handed the phone to her daddy, who explained that they went to Bele Chere (downtown street festival) and there was an exhibit from the nature center and she loved seeing the animals. (They also bought tickets for little kid rides in the children's area when she said she wanted to ride the rides, and she changed her mind about those so they gave those tickets away.)

After abandoning the phone she resumed her attempts to get her daddy to hang up and focus on HER - and I laughed, because I remember that tactic SO well. Apparently it's instinctive. I listened to her wheedling him to do things for her RIGHT NOW DADDY! and him putting her off, until we wrapped up our conversation and he went off to get her dressed to go to the store.

I miss her. I miss them. I am torn between two families in two cities, and it sucks.

Winning the lottery is the only answer.