Today Hanna told me that if I continue being mean to her she will not live here. (I was asking her to put her dishes in the dishwasher...)
"Where are you going to live Hanna?"
"In my new house."
"Wow, a new home. Who is going to buy that?"
"Dad will."
"Oh, I see. Can I visit you?"
"Sure mom. But take your shoes off at the door."
All righty then. Can't wait to see the new home we're moving to!