Little WMD

Mark (and the camera) were in Beijing last week so my mom, Frances's Mimi, came to stay with us. My mom and I had a great time with an early Spring Cleaning and Frances humored us for a bit and then one day she'd had enough. She didn't want to sit still when we went out for lunch, she ran into my tooth when I knelt down to pick her up (which hurt both of us), she lasted less than 30 seconds in a fabric store and definitely wanted nothing to do with her jacket even though it was about 34 degrees outside. Solution? A few spins in the rolling chair, courtesy of Mimi.

All smiles, again.

Thank you, Mimi! All of us, the apartment included, appreciated the help.