This weekend was not very exciting. We did stuff. And then we were finished.
Yesterday, after grocery shopping, we came home and unloaded our culinary haul. Mom was slamming stuff into the fridge, I was roasting garlic and Gertrude went into the den to watch TV. A few minutes go by and I realized that I hadn’t heard her, seen her or even sensed her presence.
I walked into the den to find her sitting in the dark with the TV on. She had a section of the news paper in her hands and her uncle’s karate sparring helmet on her head.
I guess she was prepared for anything.
I swear I’m not making this up.
In fact, earlier we told her we were going to interview a new baby sitter for her. She kept looking at us like we were idiots. Finally, she dragged her car seat into the kitchen and said, “This is my baby seater.”
I don’t make this stuff up. I swear. She does it on her own.
Nut.
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