On the way home from dinner last night, Kate said, “It’s been a nice trip.” I said, “Yes, it really has.” She said nothing else the rest of the evening that she suggested she thought we were on a trip.
About 9:00 last night, I brought Kate her night gown and told her it was getting close to bedtime. I was about to put it on the bed where I usually put it, but she wanted me to put in on the ottoman near the chair where she was sitting. Fifteen minutes later, she got up and went to the bathroom to put it on. She came out in a few minutes with the gown in her hand and asked if she was to put it on. I told her she was. By the time she walked across the room to her chair, she had asked me three additional times if she should put it on.
