Out of a babes mouth.

A few days ago I came home from work after having to come back after a near 12 hour day (my boss asked me to come back as soon as possable to put in an extra 10 minutes) well, my kid's grandfather had descided it would be a great ideal to get completely smashed (no suprise there) and complaine about everything (this month his primary topic of disdaine would be the three families he has living under his roof -which I view as his problem and not the three families). My daughter went to her mother, after corralling all the kneebitters that didn't know breathing would inadvertantly put you in harms way, and asked "why they don't move to another house?"
Without trying to get into a complicated and drawn out answer her mother replied, simply 'we haven't found a place yet."
In the infinate wisdom of youth my eldest daughter returned. "but I counted four 'for rent signs' on the way home. We had taken the El Camino Real from Palo Alto to Campbell and she had noticed, and remembered, that there were four places to rent along the street.
I believe in reading the signs and listening to the wisdom of youth. So, right now we [Kim, the two children, & I] are aiming for a full relocation by September of this year.