Peabody and I stayed home from church because she felt warm-ish. Since I haven't walked Mama Dog, like, at all this whole week, I decided to throw the Pheebs in the stroller and go for a mosey. As we were getting ready to leave I realized that Eric had driven my car to church ... with my car key ... and my only house key.
"Rats!" I said, "Daddy has my keys!" I wondered what to do: forget about the walk? Leave a door unlocked? But before I got very far in my thoughts the not-quite-three-year-old piped up.
"You can take Daddy's keys," she said matter-of-factly.
Well, duh. So I did. And then I wrote it here so you can know that my kid is smarter than I am.