From the patio door in our kitchen you can see the bus lane for the school across the street. This afternoon there was a red van parked there. It looked very much like Ed's parents' van.

Sarah thought it was Baba (Grandpa). She insisted it was Baba's van. She dragged me to the patio door a dozen times or more. "Baba", she said pointing at the van. She tried to open the door. "Hi Baba!" She was going to see Baba!

You can't argue with a toddler. It kept up until the van was gone. She held her little hands up in the 'where' sign. "Baba go? Bye Baba!"