Last night Santa came down the street on a firetruck. It was just after supper, and I heard the siren, so we all went out to the driveway to watch them come by. They were passing out candy. (Boy, there are lots of kids in our neighborhood! They were coming out of the woodwork.) But poor John. When the firetruck was just about in front of our house, it let loose with the siren. It was quite loud. And it scared John. He started crying and ran and jumped into my arms and said he wanted to go in the house. When we got in the door he reached for the door and closed it.

When I got home from work last night Hanna was rather fussy. So, I brought her up with me while I changed clothes. She bounced around on the bed while I changed. I had left my glasses on the dresser, and when I went back out to get her, she pointed and said "glasses!" She knew I was supposed to put them back on.