I received a call from Mom on my way down. Kanoa, my 4 year old nephew, was down in the playroom and suddenly started hollering, “Bread, Grandma, bread. Bread, Grandma, bread.”
Mom heads down to see what the problem is to find him pointing at one of the eight fridge magnets I hid on Sunday. I guess the older kids usually find them before he does so he was proud as can be to find one.