Runaway

Last week, Allison put her sweatshirt on, packed up her purse with the essentials (lip gloss, a comb, a few dollars, and some small toys), and told me she was running away.  

I noticed that she was also wearing her Barbie backpack.  

When I asked her what was inside her backpack, she said "My laptop."  What a smart kid.  I mean, if you're going to run away, you'll probably want to be able to access the internet, right?  I told her I'd miss her terribly if she left, but please send me an e-mail sometime!

Jerry and Jana were in Florida and sent me a picture of Uncle Freddy's FLEA Market.  Perfect!  Does it get any better than that?