The other night at dinner:
We're having corn on the cob with my favorite: mayo and paprika spread all over it!
Hannah wanted some too, but then stuck her finger in it and started to spread it onto her hand.
Dax told her, "Nooooo. We don't put that on our hand."
Hannah gives him a hopeful, sweet smile and while she bends over in her seat a bit.
Me- Alright, Hannah. We're not going home yet. We're going to drive around the neighborhood a
bit and look for garage sales.
Hannah- Yeah. Okay. And we go post office first.
I guess she's used to all our little errands.