Whoa Dadesh?

Saturday we picked Joseph up from his summer program.

Sunday we dropped Joseph off at his dad's house.

This morning G was lethargically eating breakfast.  He stopped eating.  He looked at me and dismally pleaded, "Whoa Dadesh? Mama, whoa Dadesh?" (Translation: Where's Joseph?)

I said, "You miss your brother?"  G agreed: "Bruhduh."  And resumed eating.

How sad is that?  It's possible that Joseph will have to skip college to stay home with his bruhduh.