GPS 11:56 AM

We are sitting on the Metro early Sunday morning making our way into the city.

I am your GPS!" she giggles.

I smile. Sometimes her sense of humor tickles me. I would have never thought of something like that.

"Yes, I suppose you are."

"Your Global Positioning System."

"And you are the best."

And she did a fabulous job ensuring that we arrived where we needed to be. Papa and I have both experienced the Lass and her GPS abilities (Remember the car wanted to go to PA Papa and the Lass kept trying to tell us?)

Perhaps it is just that she reads everything and is intrigued by maps etc, but she does a great job.