"Franklin"

I have been babysitting a little girl who is almost 3. (I'll call her *P* for privacy purposes). Her mom brings her over a couple of times a week. One day shortly after I started watching her I picked her up at her house because it worked out that it was easier since I was already on my way to pick up Katie from school. *P* was not happy with the routine change and she cried and cried. I think it was just too different for her.
I picked up Katie at school and we headed home with *P* crying.
We were almost home when Katie noticed a turtle in the middle of the road. I stopped and Katie went and got it and we brought it home. And like magic the tears stopped. We set the turtle down in the yard and watched it for a little while. But we worried about the neighborhood animals getting to it. So, after we ate breakfast we went back out and got the turtle which we had named Franklin. He hadn't gotten very far.
Katie and I decided to take him to Swan Lake and let him out with the million other turtles that live there.
We drove out to Swan Lake and put Franklin out near the water and said good-bye. It was a very pretty day so we went to the playground and let *P* play a little while before coming back home. It was a nice little adventure.
After we came home and ate lunch, *P* took a nice long nap that afternoon.
Aren't they so sweet when they're asleep?