A Secret...

While we were leaving Hobby Lobby yesterday Harvey told me she had a secret. As I was trying to juggle Harry, my bag, a print that I was trying to get framed and get Harvey by the hand she insisted that I bend down so she could tell me in my ear.  With arms full (and a tad begrudgingly) I crouched down, she lifted my stocking hat off my ear and quietly whispered, "Rutherford Hayes," and then looked at me with a big smile.  I think she knew I needed pick me up at that very moment. I just wish I could see what was going on in that little head of hers!

I think she remembers this guy because
of his beard. She really likes looking
through her president flash cards.

And while we're talking presidents the first couple times she saw a picture of Ulysses S. Grant she would instantly say, "Grandpa Ron!"  Minus the glasses I would say he's a dead ringer!