Although she is not spending the night, she did get to hang out for a little while. She is so smart. And so busy. She ate about a hundred soybeans and asked for her Boppa who was out in the garage approximately forty times.
We're about to eat our supper. I asked Owen what we should read tonight before bed.
"The same thing we always read," he said.
"The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza?" I asked.
"That just never gets old," he said. "And then Mr. Peep."