Conversations with Bea

This morning, as Beatrice and I walked out into the garage we could hear a noise. Beatrice asked what it was. I said I thought that maybe it was a weed whacker, and that we'll have to check it out when we back out of the garage. I asked her who do you think it could be? One of our neighbors? She replied: 'Prince Charming?'

If only. HA!