at her and her Momma’s apartment. I fed her supper, but kept going back to the fridge…I didn’t know what I was looking for, but would do an inventory of the contents. I did this about four or five times. There was a slight uneasiness but I shrugged it of. I wanted to write a note to my daughter about not forgetting to pack a lunch for the wee one the next day as Ava was starting a two week daycare stint the next day. I figured Jordyn, my daughter would just roll her eyes in disgust so I decided not to.
( My granddaughter had been in Boston for six weeks visiting her dad. I had her last week. This week was the daycare she went to prior to Boston .)

11:30 this morning I get a phone call from my daughter. She forgot to pack Ava a lunch.

Weird.