It is a hot afternoon. Having gotten plenty of fresh hand blisters at the park, we are staying inside (enjoying expensive meals at the Playmobil cafeteria). We are also listening to a Nancy Drew mystery–The Hidden Staircase. I have been in the sewing room (trimming…and listening). When Nancy gets into some peril, I hear a gasp and bare feet come running down the hall: “Did you hear that?!”
Cracks me up every time.