Asher Time

There were seven of us in the room but only one focus of attention.  It doesn't matter if there is a squawk, a cry, a laugh or a poo attention turns to any Asher antics.  The lunch was chicken, quiche and salad which disappeared except for Debbie's portion which was confined to clear liquid.  We got some good four generational photos with a smiley Asher.  We also left with a box of books so I am going to have to move some onto shelves in the garage.