We were on our way to Target at The Pointe. Dr. Bro had called in an Rx for Kate, whose bum was, not to put too fine a point on it, bleeding. (Tangent: If the Rx is for ointment, you can’t give me cream? Really, Target pharmacy? I am generally pleased as punch at your service, but you get a big FAIL on this one.)
There was a police car at an intersection. Flora seriously has a thing for police cars.
Flora: Look! Police!
Me: Yup.
Flora: Is he helping out the United States?
Me: No. Well, yes, sure. He’s keeping us safe.
Flora: Is he helping the President?
Me: No, not really.
Flora: Why not?
Me: The President isn’t in Pittsburgh anymore. He went home to —
Flora: God?
Me (stifling giggles): No. Washington DC.
But there may be some conservative pundits who want to talk with you, Flora.
Red Pen Mama 
Awesome :).
Hope Kate heals up fast. Poor little one!
Flora is something else.
Kate’s bum is doing better, even without the Rx. The issue is helping with toilet training, too.
Ciao, rpm