We're in Leamington this week, visiting our family. We arrived here by way of a 30-hour train ride. I'm sure I'll have more to write about that later.
Today, I pushed Jane on the swings at a park near Erin's folk's place. A neighbour of theirs, who happens to be one of my high-school teachers, stopped by for a chat. He left Jane very curious.
Jane: Who that man, Daddy?
Me: That's the man who taught me math in school.
Jane: Where that man going?
Me: I think he's walking home.
Jane: Where that man's house?
Me: Right across the street from Grandma and Grandpa's.
Jane: I love him.