Last night at the supper table, Hanna asked where Grandma went, and I said she had to go home. And Hanna said "on the school bus". Ha. (Grandma took the Greyhound bus home.)

Rhonda and John went to the library last night (and then, a secret trip to Old Donalds for ice cream!), so I stayed home with Hanna and had some daddy time. We played dolls, wrestled, rode bikes, read a book. She didn't have much of a nap though yesterday, so was a little out of sorts.

At a rummage sale, Rhonda got a little "Flintstone" car, they have some at Sue's house too, and the kids love it. They sit it in, and propel themselves around with their feet. It's cute to watch them, their little feet going pit-pit-pit-pit-pit on the cement as they motor around.