Rowan had fallen asleep and Griffin was being resonably mellow, so Pam and I went into the leasing office with Berit supervising in the car. Really, it was just a few paces away, and we could see her from the window. Please don't call social services.

What was funny was that, when I walked back out to check on her, she had found the package of rice cakes and opened them up for Griffin and her.

"Griffin wanted a snack," she told me.

The next time I came out, she told me that Peter, our Realtor had called. "He's on his way here, and says he'll be here in 5 minutes. I think you should call him back, Daddy."

Berit is so helpful. Peter comments when he arrives how well she handled playing phone secretary for us.