Tonight while driving home we saw people carrying furniture on the sidewalk. I explained that it's the last day of the month, and lots of people move into new apartments on that day. This (admittedly inadequate) explanation prompted the following exchange:
Sylvia: When are we going to move out of our house?
Me: Do you want to move out of our house?
Sylvia: Yes. I want to move into a new apartment, too!
Me: Where do you want the apartment to be?
Sylvia: Where Grandpa Peter is going to live!
So, get ready, Welstone, for your youngest residents yet.