Linden is the final stop on that line.

the CTA goes out to Wilmette? Huh. Is that the Purple Line?

Yep, and yep. Linden is the last stop (furthest North).

I think Tom takes that train.

I take it fairly often. But sometimes I take a bus to or from the Red Line Howard station directly to work.

(My commute is endlessly fascinating, let me tell you....)

eta: Purple line x-posty....

Honey - ship her here for two weeks this summer. When you have her back, she'll be potty trained.

She lost interest in it SO completely after a promising start. I blame her father. (What? I can do that!)

I pretty much only use Red, Blue, and Brown.

Pink and Green here.

She lost interest in it SO completely after a promising start. I blame her father. (What? I can do that!)

Backsliding is totally normal. /Mother of a big backslider

And now for something completely different - a 1951 comic about a killer baby: [link]

I'm a being from another world, inhabiting the body of this Earthling child! I've killed your wife, and I shall kill you too, with this gun! It will look like suicide because of your wife's death!

eta: A ripoff of the Ray Bradbury story about the killer baby?

See how Frodo and Gandalf connect in brand-new, fun ways.

I wish Yahoo!Mail wouldn't give me ideas.

My dad totally blew stuff up.

After my grandma's funeral, my dad and his younger brother were reminiscing about their childhood and my uncle reminded my dad how he (uncle) was always getting caught doing stuff, but Dad totally got away with everything. Dad then told us about the time he was in 8th grade and hanging with his buddies after school one fall early evening. It was after dark but before dinnertime, and they decided to stand on an overpass and drop small pumpkins on cars as they emerged from the overpass below them. They did this for a few cars, and then they dropped one last pumpkin on a car which immediately turned on his flashing red lights. When they saw that it was a cop car, they bolted for home.

Dad got his brand new jeans caught on a barbed wire fence he was trying to jump over and had to tell Grandma that he had ruined them his first time wearing them. He got in trouble for that, but the cops never found him in relation to the pumpkin-dropping.

(Uncle was always getting caught, starting with the time he decided to follow his dad to work one morning. He wasn't even two years old and managed to sneak out the door and wander down the country road leading away from their farm. Grandma had gone back to bed after seeing Grandpa off and didn't notice he had disappeared for a few hours until he didn't come down for breakfast. She searched all the farm buildings and then frantically called the police. A cruiser had happened upon him trotting down the road and had taken him back to the station, where a picture of him in his pjs and wearing a policeman's hat was taken and later printed in the paper, along with the happy ending to the story. He did look adorable in the pic, but I remember Grandma telling that story and still turning pale.)

When I was 4 or 5, my brother who was 6 or 7 and I would go around the block and across at least on street to the elementary school playground - alone. Once we got trapped up in the rocket shaped slide ting while an older kid shot a BB gun at us.

And I know I was walking several blocks alone after school by third grade.