Confidence

Santa brought Bette Annie a tricycle.  I think Bette Annie forgot about it until she was at my house and saw one on TV. 

She turned to her mother "Where is my tricycle?"  Her mother told her that the tricycle was in storage until the spring.  Bette Annie cried.  We explained that tricycles didn't like snow.  I tried to make her feel better by tellin her that her wagon was in storage, too, because wagons don't like snow. 

She thought about this for a while.  She then grabbed my hand and said "Come on, Gramma!"

I said "where are we going".

She ticked off her schedule on her fingers on her way to the closet:

• We're going to put our coats and hats on.
• We're going to get the shovels.
• We're going to shovel all the snow away so I can get my tricycle out of storage, 'cause Momma's not going to do it."  

Wish I had her confidence in me.