Goodbye Thomas . . .
Leah: What are you doing, Oma?
Me: Getting ready for a garage sale.
Leah: I wish you'd get rid of all that Thomas stuff.
Me: ( Wa?) You don't want your Thomas the Train toys anymore??
Leah: (using all of the I-am-6-going-on-16 sarcasm she could squeeze out of one syllable) NOoooo!
Me: I think I'll keep it. Maybe Auntie Kelly will have a boy.
Leah: I hope she has a girl.
Me: Well, you're a girl and that's all you wanted to play when you were little.
Leah: Well I'm not little.
I'm keeping them. They will always remind me of Leah.
In other news . . .
Someone celebrated his 77th birthday!
Someone discovered Oma's new chair . . .
And someone decided she wasn't little anymore.