We stayed up late this weekend, and Dorothy kept announcing, "It's 72 minutes past my bedtime!" "It's 86 minutes past my bedtime!"
A food pantry truck was ahead of us on the road, and Dorothy asked about the picture on the back. "That's a Wal-Mart truck that has an advertisement for a food pantry," I said. "When people need groceries but cannot afford them, they can go to the food pantry and pick-up groceries for free. Wal-Mart is advertising that it donates money to the food pantry." "Shouldn't they donate food?" she asked.
Dorothy referred to a time when I elbowed her in the head. "When did I elbow you in the head?" I asked. "When you were jumping jacking," she said.