Picking up my granddaughter, Quinn, from kindergarden requires a good book which I didn't think to bring, so I am passing the time by writing for my blog. It's my first time for picking her up, and even though I arrived 20 minutes early, two lines of cars already pack Pearl Street as drivers wait to pick up the students of St. Francis De Sales Elementary School. I am in the kindergarden line right next to the curb as per my instructions. Quinn will be released at 2:35, ten minutes earlier than all the other students. I am hoping to be able to leave after she's safely buckled in, but I'm starting to feel a bit trapped as the cars continue to line up behind, next to, and everywhere.
Why am I picking up Quinn? One would have to ask Quinn who called on her own last night to ask me to pick her up. She knew the right time for me to arrive, and I said ok.
I checked with Mom and Dad today and they knew nothing about it. Quinn's arrangements for this afternoon were strictly so she could get some time with Grandma and PapPap. How sweet is that! I did remind Jason that she had actually asked him about the time while Quinn and I were on the phone and then he vaguely remembered. She's a cutie and bit of a con artist! We love having her around!
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