Allyson has a little friend named Becca. Becca is about three weeks older than Allyson is. Her grandma is our choir director at church; her mom and I were due roughly around the same time and were even in the same childbirth class.

Tonight, during choir practice, the nursery volunteer said that Allyson and Becca were playing grocery store. Allyson was cashier; Becca was her customer.

Allyson: You got money for your groceries?
Becca: Nope.
Allyson: So get a credit card.
Becca: Okay!

The other funny I have to report is this: Ben's parents are keeping Allyson overnight tomorrow night. We were telling Allyson this:

Me: And tomorrow, you'll be having a sleepover at Grandma Deb's house!
Allyson: Grandpa Jim's gonna make popcorn!

My question: Does Grandpa Jim know that?