Whenever someone says "I bet your mom is going to miss having you and your girls in the house," all I can see is a mental montage of all the food flinging, screaming, toy scattering, mischief making destruction they have wreaked on this house. All the child locks, rubber bands, and tape keeping them out of cabinets, pantries and rooms. The tivo is filling up with Curious George cartoons. There are toys in every room in the house. All the messes they've made. All the noise pollution they make. And then I serenely respond, "No...I don't think she will."