Visa, Mastercard, or Quesadilla?

Baby Kendra came for a short visit but even though our grand baby's stay was just a few hours, she left us cheesy mementos all over the house.

I left my purse on the floor and discovered she'd left a quesadilla inside next to my wallet:

Can you imagine going to pay for something and reaching in your purse for your debit card and finding a cheesy quesadilla instead?  Not sure there's a pin number for that.

A day later we noticed she left another inside Mark's mud boots!  Which might be a real energy booster when you're out mowing six acres.  One gets kinda hungry doing farm chores.

She was here just long enough to be busy and thoughtful!