Out of the Mouths of Babes

Awhile ago, the kids, my sister Sarah and I were driving along 6th Street SW. When we were passing the salvage yard, Sarah said, "Look, it's Papa Bob's favorite place," and Lillian said, "Arkansas!" We agreed! HA HA

I suppose you should know that Dad has been regularly going to Arkansas to help his friend Jack build and remodel a house and building for missionary work among the Spanish-speaking community in Springdale, Ark. Lillian is convinced Arkansas is dangerous for Papa, as he has had the following accidents or problems while there:

1. Flipped a pickup truck, and burned his leg getting out of the truck
2. Contracted a toe infection that resulted in hospitalization for several days and having 1/2 a toe amputated

Dad is leaving for Arkansas again on Saturday, so he came over for a "grandkid fix" last night. Lillian gave him another stern warning about being careful in Arkansas.
Aunt Sarah came over too, but she shouldn't have eaten any pizza. When she got home she called me to say, "Baby Charlie doesn't like pizza." At least she made it home first. It's so fun having a pregnant sister, since I get to share the experience without having to go through it myself again. HA!