don’t mind gerald, he has always been one to march to the beat of his own drummer. when i call him in for supper he doesn’t seem to notice or care. do you know how much time he spends in that sandbox everyday? i’d say he spends more time in that box than out. he says he’s looking for his lucky charm. i’m not sure what it is, something that nanna gave him for his birthday a few years ago i think. he digs and digs but so far he hasn’t found what he is looking for. poor gerald. i just don’t know what we are going to do about this.