The boys and I had plans this morning to go out to breakfast.  On the way out, I told Henry that I missed Grampie, and that if we lived near him and Nana, we would meet them for breakfast.  Henry, a very warm and empathic responder (when he listens, that is), sadly said, "Oh, we could drive there all the time, but the drive is all day."
"Yes," I replied. 
Yes, he agreed, he misses Ohio, and then said, "I wish we could live in Ohio."
We would see our Ohio friends more often, I suggested, naming a few. 
"And we would see Grampie and Nana."  Henry sadly reported.
Then, he said, "let's not talk about it anymore."