Vi [just before her fourth birthday, two years ago]: I’m going to be 4! I’m going to be still Vi when I’m four.
Vi [playing with balloons]: This is like an airplane!
Vi: Yes! Except there’s no driver, and it’s threwn [sic] by someone and hit by someone else.
Vi: And you can’t EVER get out!
Ben [driving in the rain]: I see lots of umbrellas.
Vi [loudly]: It’s a great day for trees!
Vi [looking at an alumni magazine]: David, I’m sorry to say there are some Davids that died this year.
Ben: Vi, was that helpful?
Ben: Michael asked you nicely to pass the ham, and you wrote “ham” in the air with your finger.
While enjoying a delicious angel-food-cake-and-pudding trifle for breakfast this morning (it was still Grandpa’s birthday in America!), we reminisced about celebrating what turned out to be Grandpa’s last birthday, at our house four years ago. We have so many wonderful memories of that visit…