I have 8 kids...but I only gave birth to one... that's my boy ...but I've adopted the neighborhood kids as my summer kids and I guess I'm their summer mom...They range in age from 9 to 3 1/2....and they all want to do something different...so I find myself playing duck duck goose, baseball, kickball, house and aliens...It's gotten to the point where mom's walk their kids down to the front of the building and come back 2 hours later.  The other day, this little boy, Joshua, came crying to me...i said "what's wrong, are you ok?"  he said yeah, I'm just really thirsty...and the poor kid was crying....my heart broke...i couldn't get him water fast enough...i felt for him like he was my kid...but i feel so bad because we're moving in August...and, they are my son's friends...his first real neighborhood friends...you never forget those...these kids are attached to him, how am I gonna tell them we're moving?