We took our little wagon ride yesterday as usual. It’s not a major source of exercise; if we walk even a couple of miles I’d be surprised. All was going fine until we were a block from home when the 4th grader decided she had walked far enough.
Just stopped. Parked herself on the curb. Otherwise known as right in front of someone else’s home!
I had to explain to her that one way or the other, those legs of hers were getting her back to the house because there was only room for one of ‘em in that wagon.
They spent part of the day putting a puzzle together today. A flat tray helped out a lot.

Tornadoes are swirling around my sister’s house. Bad news for her, given that 2008 has been the Year of Weather for them so far. But at least it gave me a chance to call Mom and tell her to keep an eye on the weather at her house since what starts west must move east at some point.
I was so embarrassed this afternoon. That same aforementioned 4th grader was reading a book before it was time to take her to karate practice. I didn’t recognize the book so I asked her if it was a library book. She said no, it was a book Mrs. Thompson gave to her when I was in Indiana earlier this year.
News to me; I knew of no books handed over when I was out of town. The daughter assured me that one afternoon when she, her dad, and her brother got home one afternoon that was while I was in Indiana, my friend had left a big box of books for both her and her brother.
That was probably 2 months ago and I just found out about it. I’ll bet my friend was wondering why she never heard so much as a simple “thanks” from me. Needless to say, I called her as soon as I found out this afternoon!