Guthrie spend quite awhile playing in the backyard by herself this afternoon while Laithe napped, I folded laundry, and John worked in the garage. By the time I got out there I was met by a very sweaty girl who, when I asked what she'd been doing said,
"Grandma Vera is stuck in Florida!
I go visit her. I save her maybe."
Poor Grandma Vera.
And I didn't know she even knew Florida existed.