This has been a wonderful week, and perhaps the best 4th of July ever. I know grandmothers are prejudiced, but that Lyndsay is a true little southern belle and sharp as a tack. She puts toys up when she's done with them. She converses like an adult. And she understands dogs, and they know it... and treat her with respect.
Here's a sample conversation with Lyndsay:
"Lyndsay, somebody took out the trash for me!"
"Yeah, my daddy did that because you're his mom and it's his last day here and he wanted to do something nice for you."
"Did he say that?"
"No, I just made it up."
She has kept us in stitches, and I sure wish Georgia wasn't so far away.