This evening I stepped over to the neighbors to borrow some drywall mud.  Dale had been a bit fussy.  So on my way out the door I shouted, "Harriet, take care of Dale for me until I get back."  Thinking that she'd bring Dale a pile of toys or read her a book like she usually does.  Upon returning I found Harriet strapping on her velcro shoes and headed out the door.  Dale was quietly sitting in her Bumbo where I left her.  Harriet said, "She's a ghost." If you can't tell, that is Dale sitting in her Bumbo under that blanket.