Huh?

Leah wanted to hang the picture of our property in Colorado, so I was downstairs in the basement last night looking for a hammer. I heard the little patter of Olivia's feet as she came down the stairs, and she started yelling:

'Daddy, are you downstairs?'

'Yes I am, sweetie.'

She came around the corner and looked at me. 'What are you doing down here?'

'I'm trying to find a hammer for mama.'

'You're trying to find a hammer for mama? Well give a dog a bone!'