While cleaning out Scarlett's room I finally decided this brightly colored hunk of toy needed to find its way back to the garage. Scarlett found it sitting in the hallway, and I found her sitting in a much too small seat.
Now every time we enter the garage, she points and whines about this desire for this toy. "Toy, toy, toy". I need to find a good hiding place or convince Scarlett she is not 6 months old any more.
