Footnote to my last post

     So I woke up this morning, and was leaving for work.  I had gone out to my car, and had to run back in to grab something.  My little 8 (soon to be 9) year old niece had had a sleep over with Nanny (my mom).  So as I'm walking back in the front door opens, and I see these legs walking out the front door and arms holding a dried up, shriveled, gigantic poinsettia plant.  I asked my niece what she was doing, and as if she had been reading this blog she said "favors".  I just about started laughing thinking about the fact that this "habit" had carried over to the next generation.