Where in the World is...

If you're an important person, at the front of my mind or you leave the room that I'm in, then I'm asking where you went! Where dada, where mama, where Kacie, where Josh, where Jason, where Papa? This phrase makes an appearance mostly in the car, and when it does, it does not flee quickly. In fact, my parents compare this to an older child asking "are we there yet?" I ask in it a repetitive fashion, and once I get an answer, I just can't settle for that, so I ask the question again and again and again! My mom has gotten smart and started asking me the same question and occasionally I will satisfy her and give her an answer. For now, this is a great game to play, satisfying my inquisitive side.