New week!
I've been pulling weeds in our new grass out front this evening. Isaac and I went over to visit with Great Grandma and Grandpa. He was a ham, as always. We went on a little walk around the neighborhood. Back at home, Grandma found a trolley car from San Fransisco she wanted to show Isaac. He kept saying, "No, it's a train!" I was teasing him, saying back that it was a trolley. My grandpa said, "Did you see that? How he cut his eyes at you?" I guess he's a regular, slightly rebellious kid. I suppose it's hard to avoid. He's a good boy, though.
I just woke Isaac up with my typing so I have to stop now.