Several times today Hayley has asked, “Can I go to Nanny and BooBoo’s house?” (BooBoo is a long-time name she has used for her grandfather. Long story.)

Finally George called them and she got on the phone and asked if she could come over so his dad came over and picked her up. She’s going to have supper with them and play for awhile.

I told George that we must be really boring. I thought kids only thought their parents were boring when they got closer to being teenagers.

Now the big question is should I make cookies, knit, or just sit and stare out the window while enjoying the relative silence?