


Here's a funny story about our walk:
We walked to the fruit market and when we got there I realized his little grey jacket was missing. I knew it had probably fallen out of the stroller and someone had picked it up. I was so frustrated. As we were walking back I made sure to keep my eyes peeled for the jacket just in case. Then all of a sudden I spotted it. (Keep in mind that we walked about a half mile and crossed only a few streets to get to the fruit market.) But there, in the middle of the side street all dirty and as flat as a pancake was Caleb's jacket. I felt stupid picking it up, but I went quickly and stuffed it back into the stroller. We continued on our trek back home. Then, after crossing Kedzie, I looked down and it was missing again! There it sat on the other side of Kedzie. At this point I'm thinking, "Do I just forget about the jacket? Maybe I'm not supposed to have this jacket!" Well, there was this old lady crossing the street, she realized I had dropped something and said she could bring it to me. I said thank you and tried to explain that I had already dropped it once and she said "I think it needs to be laundered."