My 'monica

When we were in Idaho in October, my dear sister, Shelly, gave Chani a harmonica. Actually, I think it came from Stewart's (my nephew) room, but at any rate, Chani ended up with it. It's very loud. Chani loves it. She seems to find it when I am on the phone. I try hiding it, but she really loves it. She says, "Where's my 'monica?" So, the other day I asked the kids to get their coats on so we could go to Albertsons. We walked in the door, and as I was getting situated with an ad and a cart, Chani whips the harmonica out of her pocket. She was playing it before I realized she had it. Sneaky little pill!