So we had friends over for pizza this evening, and Ava said she’d go along to pick up the food. As I was strapping her in her car seat, she said, nodding to the empty two-cycle motor oil can on the retaining wall near the driveway, “Dad, could you make your next project to take care of that oil can?”
I wonder whom she’s been talking to. Not yet four, folks! Gonna be a long ride for ol’ Pops.