Grandpa = Bakery

The day after we arrived in Nevada, Grandpa took the kids on a walk to the bakery on Water Street.  Grandma and I stayed behind to work on preparing food and to play a game of Scrabble. (Mom beat me and she was not very sportsmanlike about it. I'm glad I have forums such as these to vent. She even used the word "sexy" in our game and then complained in a later game when someone used the word "snog," as if we were somehow corrupting the young generation with our foul language. Which do you think is worse, "sexy" or "snog?" You can cast your votes in the comments below, if you so choose.)

Here they are, all prepared for their walk:

They brought back some delicious treats.

**I love you Mom!