Who Needs a Museum?

Not FlapJilly.

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.