It's All About the Oven!

Today Gage and I were enjoying a little conversation over our lunch when he pipes up and says, "Mom.  I like our old house in Wisconsin better." 

What?  I'm thinking he must be delusional.  Not only is our house TWICE the size of our Milwaukee duplex, we now have a fenced in yard again, giving the boys the freedom to play outside at will and to top it off we also lived ABOVE our neighbors in Milwaukee creating a constant need to tell my rambunctious boys to be quiet and not run/jump/skip/bounce balls/roll marbles/ basically be active in the house... the upper duplex is not a good idea when you have 2 little boys under house arrest while you're hibernating during the wicked cold winter months with a brand new baby. 

Needless to say I was a bit bewildered by his random comment.  So I asked, "Why?"

"Because in Milwaukee our oven had a light in it and I could see inside."

Apparently it's all about the oven.  How did I not know that was what makes or breaks a home?  I guess it's high time to go out and buy a replacement bulb.