My Child

I know, I know. Europe blog is a-comin'. But here's a new funny thing about Molly:

I work out in the basement, mostly because the whole house shakes when I jump up and down and I value the china in the cabinet. Molly comes down there with me, and naps nearby.

When I finish, breathing and heaving, I walk up the stairs and go about my business. I have learned, though, that if I don't wake up Molly and tell her to come with me, she'll realize she's all alone down there and start crying. "Come get me! Where am I? Where are you?"

It's funny and pathetic. :)