Not when there's a whole hardware store to explore.
Grandpa and I were shopping for switches and sliders and hooks and eyes.
SIR will put them on a piece of scrap lumber ant the little one can flip and latch to her heart's content. She was a very helpful shopper, wandering the aisles with a discerning eye.
We, her minions, were happy to follow her around.
There was no going inside after we returned home.
She made her feelings known - loudly.
So, dutiful as ever, we acquiesced to her desires.
TBG collected Thomas the Wonder Dog and off we went on a long, long walk through the neighborhood.
The sidewalk chalk I found near the check-out lane was good for decorating our path.
There was some gardening to be done by the front door,
and then it was time to nap.
I fell asleep before she did.