Abby is just beginning to “toddle,” carefully moving around the room from place to place. While slightly behind, Grace has been making good progress and I expect her to be following Abby around soon.

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For the second day in a row, the Indiana State Fair Train has collided with a vehicle. Luckily, no one has been injured in either case and police are cautioning people to be more careful at crossings. This inattention is exacerbated by the fact that the train (which is a rolling history museum) only operates one month out of the year, so people become accustomed to those tracks going unused.

The accident yesterday happened when a man driving a pickup was taking a short cut through an alley. He described the accident like this:

“I glanced both ways and then turned my attention back to avoiding the potholes, because some of them are pretty big there. And, of course, the front of the train is painted black, so I just didn’t see it.”

Hmmm… perhaps I’m being overly critical, but does this sound like a quote for someone saying, “I screwed up” or “Look what they did to me”?

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“Hold still,” I said to Jack, “you have an eyelash on your cheek.”

“Can I make a wish?” he asked.

“Sure you can,” I replied, holding the eyelash before him.

He thought for a second and then said, “I wish I could eat some ketchup,” and blew the eyelash off my fingertip.