Big mistake

Little's Memaw has been out of town for two weeks.

(I don't really blog about this kind of stuff as it happens. You know, they tell you criminals like this kind of information, so they can break into people's houses. Anyway, out of fear of career internet searchers of out of town people so they can rob you, I choose not to discuss things of this nature until after the person has returned. I would not want to be an accessory or aid and abet a criminal or be charged with any other crime, like being a bad writer--Mr. Red Pen Man.)

Back to the story at hand, I made the fatal error of telling Little that Memaw was home. Let. Me. Tell. You. It. Was. A. Fatal. Error.

There were tears. The lip was poked out. It was not a tantrum. Just a heartbroken little girl that wanted to see her Memaw.

So, I called Memaw, who happily obliged to let me bring Little to visit her for just a few minutes.

And it was like Memaw had never been gone. She went to telling Memaw exactly how things needed to be done and when she needed them done.

And I am pretty sure the theme from "Chariots of Fire" was playing.