tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24276926.post-27148652672350818122008-06-10T21:53:00.007-05:002008-06-10T22:06:14.860-05:00Tonight, Jenna was sitting at her table playing with the police cars Daddy gave her. She proudly told me that all the police cars were standing in a line.<br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8kq0HMYuuE/SE8-h6Lel9I/AAAAAAAAARI/OXlsAQetllo/s1600-h/100_0251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210452046164957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8kq0HMYuuE/SE8-h6Lel9I/AAAAAAAAARI/OXlsAQetllo/s320/100_0251.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Nice job, Jenna. Are they all waiting to go help someone?" I asked her. </p><p>"No, Mommy, they are going to McDonalds!" </p><p>and then I watched her move each car forward and order a Happy Meal.</p>wermithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15801307072993294960noreply@blogger.com