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.