He's getting dressed and ready for kindergarten orientation this morning, his hair still mussed from his pillow. He finds a tiny figurine of the Statue of Liberty that he dug up in the basement yesterday and shows it to me.
"I want to live in a big city. I don't want to live in this old lazy town", he says, making a sweeping gesture with his arm.
"I want to live in New York - like the Statue of Delivery!"