St. Louie and Grandma Bickie

Tori knows we are going to St. Louis this weekend, and boy, is she ever happy. She likes to go, go, go, only she thinks we are going to see Grandpa and Grandma Bickie. We keep telling her that it is Grandma Marie. She has been bugging me for weeks to go to Grandma Bickie's. It's been so long since she has seen Grandma Bickie, I don't even think Tori knows what she looks like. Doesn't seem to matter. If you're out there reading this, Grandma Bickie, you better come up for Eli, or I will have to send Tori to you. Of course, even that might not satisfy Tori, since she continues to tell me all about your house and the many beds in it. Tori must know somehow that she's your namesake.